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The Contents
PREFACE...................................................................................................... 4
SEMESTA ….because friends are always there for each other. ................................ 4
As We Remember : An Editorial................................................................................ 7
The Early Days............................................................................................ 11
The Long March ....................................................................................................... 11
The Earliest Picture of the School ............................................................................ 12
The Early Days of the School ................................................................................... 14
The Riot of 1977 : The fear, the rage and the melancholy...................... 16
How Kak Sabar Remember It ................................................................................... 17
Amran’s Own Account of the Incident..................................................................... 20
Slipiah Recalled The Chaotic Night ......................................................................... 23
Coretan dari Abe Li .................................................................................................. 25
The Great Debate Teams ........................................................................... 26
The Debate Fever...................................................................................................... 26
Piala Perdana Menteri(PPM) 1976 ........................................................................... 27
The Old School Bus..................................................................................... 31
Our Bus Is Here ........................................................................................................ 31
The Old School Bus .................................................................................................. 33
School Trips................................................................................................. 35
Trip To Pantai Semerak 1977 ................................................................................... 35
Trip to a Batik Factory.............................................................................................. 35
Rumah Pam Kemubu (Kemubu Pump House) ......................................................... 36
The Trip to Pantai Bisikan Bayu............................................................................... 40
Trip to Pantai Semerak 1978..................................................................................... 41
Our Teachers............................................................................................... 45
Mr Mahadzir Hashim................................................................................................ 46
Tuan Hj Hamdan Bin Abdul Rahman....................................................................... 49
Tuan Haji Hamdan's Reminiscence .......................................................................... 53
Cikgu Hasan Baseri Budiman................................................................................... 61
Mr Lee Soon Ching................................................................................................... 64
Cikgu Anuar.............................................................................................................. 66
Ku Abdul Lim ........................................................................................................... 68
Cikgu Hamdi............................................................................................................. 69
Cikgu Ahmad Ibrahim .............................................................................................. 70
Cikgu Faridah............................................................................................................ 71
Gurindam Kembali Berbakti..................................................................................... 72
Antara Cikgu Dan Kita ............................................................................................. 76
Puan Nik Ismah Wan Adnan..................................................................................... 78
Classmates ................................................................................................... 83
The pioneer class of 1977 ......................................................................................... 83
Form 1 Alpha 1975 ................................................................................................... 83
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Form 2 Alpha 1976 ................................................................................................... 85
Some of My Classmates (Alpha 75-79) - Then and Now......................................... 86
Prefectorial Boards ..................................................................................... 88
Prefects of 1975 ........................................................................................................ 90
Prefects of 1976 ........................................................................................................ 91
Prefects of 1977 ........................................................................................................ 91
Prefects of 1978 ........................................................................................................ 92
Prefects of 1981 ........................................................................................................ 93
Prefects of 1982 ........................................................................................................ 93
Faces & Places ............................................................................................. 94
Kak Noor Dewan Makan (Dining Hall).................................................................... 95
The Cheetah And The Gazelles ................................................................................ 97
Give Me Your Red Eyes ........................................................................................... 98
Musalla, Asrama Puteri........................................................................................... 100
Sportsday 1975........................................................................................................ 103
Sportsday 1978........................................................................................................ 105
Speechday 1976 ...................................................................................................... 106
Speechdays (1976-79)............................................................................................. 107
The Bell Bottom Years ........................................................................................... 110
Kisah Lama................................................................................................ 114
Kisah Pelajar SMS Pulau Pinang di SMS Kelantan ............................................... 114
Kisah Cinta 1........................................................................................................... 117
Kisah Cinta 2........................................................................................................... 118
Kisah Cinta 3........................................................................................................... 119
Kisah Cinta 4........................................................................................................... 121
Lompat Pagar I........................................................................................................ 123
Lompat Pagar II ...................................................................................................... 125
Lompat Pagar III ..................................................................................................... 131
Once Upon A Time................................................................................................. 133
Masihkah Kau Ingat...Gamma 1982 Version......................................................... 139
Next Edition of “As We Remember” ...................................................... 149
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PREFACE
SEMESTA ….because friends are always there for each other.
The idea to document our memories of the school into a book such as this one has been
incubated for so many years. I welcome in great joy the publication of this hugely
anticipated book, entitled “ As We Remember ”. SEMESTA as an association for SMS
Kelantan/ SMTMFP/ SMSTMFP alumni has always been trying to find ways to facilitate
the needs and requests from all the members. We often talk about the old times when we
have a chance to meet in a reunion or bump into each other in town. We might look
different now with physical appearance in extra sizes , having position high in a corporate
ladder, blessed with many off springs , wheeling around with a luxurious Brabus ,
rubbing shoulders with high flying politicians or rendering love notes with young popular
artists. Whoever we are at the moment we still remember our humble beginnings. The
best part is that we share this humble beginning with the rest of our class that might be
numbered into a hundred. So at a reunion table we fool around at each other as if we were
back in time 20 or 30 years ago. The names, the faces ,the places and the things that we
had done are recalled amidst the laughter we long for so many years. Nothing could be
more refreshing after an absence of such company other than a good old tale of events
that happened over a decade ago. But the fun part ends as we depart and go our own
separate ways. It would be good if we could bring home all those memories and show our
children the way daddy or mummy were in the old days. This book would come in
handy!.
During a recent visit to HUKM , Pakdin has reminded me over and over again to
safeguard SEMESTA as it is the only unifying platform that could pull each and
everyone of the alumni together for peace and solidarity. He urged not to entertain any
individual interest of any form in SEMESTA; let it be a place for everybody. It is a tall
order and very far reaching considering the reality in SEMESTA. But anything is
possible and we hope Allah will be with us and guide us to the right path. The recent
trying time for SEMESTA has also brought me to see our seniors and one of them ,
Abang Nazan, advised to refine SEMESTA and give it its original “life” back. The
theme “ kembali berbakti “ was the “life” that he said should be reformed within
SEMESTA. The spirit of giving back is somehow diminishing into the enthusiasm of
dynamic and vibrant culture in SEMESTA. By and large, every association will evolve
and change according to the needs of the members and their surroundings. SEMESTA
has come to a crossroad that give path to other agendas for many of us. Some of us can
see now how to get in touch with our long lost friends, ready to spend time at the
weekend organizing meetings for a reunion or set up a fund to help each other in time of
difficulty. In the middle of it we have SEMESTA looking more like a lost child trying to
get hold of the adults thought to be his parent but no one notices. It is time to pick up
SEMESTA and bring it along with us; it is the very reason we have come to meet each
other, remember! This book is another effort to give SEMESTA an edge for a better
future.
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Maybe an incident described by our fellow alumni would sum up everything nicely. This
is written by Mohd Zailani (Class of 1982);
Since I am using highways everyday, it has been ages I don’t really feel the bore stiff
from getting stuck in a real traffic jam. Yesterday was peculiar to my ordinary traveling.
It took me two-and-a-half hours to get to office, with one meeting too many to skip. I
could see the humdrum looks in the faces of other drivers when it took some 30 minutes
to travel only less than 200 meters once passed the Jalan Duta toll. Only today I realized
some processions were going on at Batu Caves for Thaipusam that the customary users of
MRR2 would instead detour at Sungai Buluh toll, just to pile up at the exit.
I heard a car, black-colored BMW 328i, honking, diagonally to my left with merely a car-
length behind as I was in the rightmost lane after passing through SmartTag inching my
way. And I knew it was me he meant for he kept honking when I turned my face away –
in his effort to lock eyes and get noticed. Quick assessing on my mind to look for what
wrong I did. “Am I too close for comfort with other car?”, “He spot my broken tail
light?“, “Is he the guy who got pissed off with my stern voice when he jumped queue at
Dunkin’ Donut at Jejantas Sungai Buluh the day before?” or “Am I mistaken for someone
else?”. No! Nothing!
While with little consternation I was harboring, a smile in his face gave me clue. Great
resemblance of the very face I knew some years ago – last seen when we bid farewell in
school. It became certain when clarion features of him matched the input in my geriatric
and tired database. If not for the kind of fortuity we had, we’d have had brushed
shoulders in the streets, perhaps exchanging a punch or two over scuffles but we
wouldn’t have noticed for who the other party was. The old school alumni sticker,
SEMESTA - Kembali Berbakti - proudly displayed at the back screen of the car had done
a bit of justice to me.
I tried not to move as he tried to catch up with me to be on my left. I rolled down the
window almost simultaneously as he did. It was almost at one go we confirmed each
other’s schooling days’ call name and hearty laughter followed.
That laugh has brought back to the time when I carried him on the wheelbarrow in the
pitch dark of the night playing silly, racing with another wheelbarrow team in the football
field while we were supposed to be in bed sleeping. Making funs on the possibilities of
the hostel wardens may drop a bombshell on us. We spent time laughing and rolling in
the grass over our foolish acts more than we were actually racing. We laughed more than
it was funny. We cracked at any slightest tingle. It was not even funny when we hit the
goal post, but we were still laughing like mad. Even until this day I could still laugh as
much as my kids had when I relate the story to them.
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When you are in the driver’s seat and you’re talking to the car driver on your left, it’s a
bit awkward on your part. Hardly could hear one another. Only after a few shouts so then
we realized we were still as silly as when we were racing using the wheelbarrows those
days, I then asked his mobile number.
I was fully aware that when after too long a halt and the car in front start moving that
creates space in front you, the driver at the back would be itching for you to move even a
yard or two. I could see a gentleman in his Honda Accord behind me started showing
choleric expression in his face when enough space for one car in front of me.
It was time to roll up the window and start calling up on the mobile. May be this week
neither one of us is in position to make arrangement for a meet up but very soon we will.
Zailani: Old friends are incomparable to the newly-met friends. What more when they
are childhood friends.
Finally, I would like to extend my highest gratitude to all parties involved in the
publication of this book. I would like to thank all authors for their contributions
especially Kak Sabariah Md Zin who have been very passionate in this project. The
content of this book has been mainly sourced out of her blog. I am forever grateful to all
committee members for helping and getting this project off the ground.
Thank you all.
Prof Madya Dr Nordin Abu Bakar

President
Persatuan Alumni SMSTMFP Malaysia
December 2008
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As We Remember: An Editorial
As We Remember … The Early Days
The stories about the early development of the school were told by our pioneering senior.
He and the rest of the pioneer batch had walked a few kilometers from SMIP in Kota
Bharu to SMSK in Pengkalan Chepa to see their school that they had yet to attend. The
spirit shown in “The Long March” particularly, deserves undisputed salutation or the so
called “tabik spring”. The images of the school in those days remind us the life that we all
had endured to come to the ones that we have right now in the moment. The walls, the
stairs and the roofs remain the same; only the faces seem to change place. The pictures
do tell a thousand words as they bring us along the journey down the memory lanes. The
faces were as innocent as we all began our lives there but only they know how much the
school has made an impact in their lives. This chapter gives a revealing discovery of the
place that we all called home some decades ago; in stories as well as photo images.
As We Remember … The Riot of 1977
The incident went down into history as one of the most notorious time in Sekolah Sains.
The fear had turned into the rage that went out of proportion as described in “The Dark
Night When We Went Into A Riot”. The chaos was described in minute details by the
ones involved as well as the eyewitnesses. It is not the proudest moment of our school’s
history but needs to be remembered and documented as a lesson for every one to avoid it
in the future. The repeat of almost similar incident a few years ago at the school shows
how vulnerable the situation is when a group of young boys or girls went berserk. The
Riot of 1977 stands to give lessons about life and its values; such as, respects reasons and
reconciliations.
As We Remember … The Great Debate Teams
The time when we all were so proud to be the students of Sekolah Sains.
The debate teams have always been one of the school teams that shot the young school at
that time to be popular and famous. Let alone the handsome debaters; they were the
national icons. This chapter refreshes our memory to the time when it all happened. The
anxiety and the joy of happiness have never diminished even thirty over years later.
As We Remember … The Old School Bus
There is something about the bus that makes everyone so excited. The dilapidated
condition of the bus has somehow disappointed everybody. We were driven by Pakcik
Hamid everywhere, all over Malaysia. The sight and the sound when we were all being
transported by that very bus are still fresh in our memory. Maybe there will be time and
opportunity to redeem those glorious moments again by preserving That Old School Bus
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is hard to tell. Nevertheless, the great memories that came with it will remain within us
for a very long time.
As We Remember … School Trips
With that old school bus we went everywhere on the School Trips. This chapter gives a
glance into those trips that had always been anticipated by many of us.
As We Remember … Our Teachers
They taught us all they knew and gave us everything. In our school, the teachers are extra
special…they taught us life as well. We have special bonds with our teachers and each
and every one of us has special stories to write about our teachers. This chapter captured
some of those memories that alive until today in our minds and in our hearts. There are
many more stories, I am sure, about our teachers but due to limited space and time we
will go back to those stories in our future edition of this book.
As We Remember … Classmates
Our classmates are very special indeed. We had lived together for five special years and
experienced life in all aspects. The special moments that we’ve been through together are
priceless and remain as the treasure of our life. The time of a reunion would be as special
as the friendship itself; as described beautifully by EP Yeo (Class of 1982) after one of
their class reunions.
What a sweet and delightful surprise it turned out to be! The day when friends from
totally diverse background but with the sole common identity of once being a Farisian (as
it is known now), met on a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon for a truly grand reunion –
A Silver Jubilee Gathering for the Class of 82 . The flush of sweet

memories seems to gush like the Niagara Fall, overwhelms just about almost any other
feelings I’ve come across in my personal life. To see so many of you with so much
spiritual credentials of life experiences is just unbelievable and beyond words to measure.
Being a typical male chauvinist pig, dare I say; “It’s even better than sex”? Take a
shot, my friends!
Honestly I could have missed out on this memorable historical landmark in my life if not
for the persuasive nature of the lady host whom I have known since Primary One (Joh
Satoo). Thank you very much, Salwana. And thank you, Pokcik. And thank you, all of
you from the Class of 82. Looking back now (after the event on Saturday), I am not
ashamed to say that I do feel a tinge of regret for leaving the school earlier than
necessary.
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Meeting some of you guys after a lapse of 27 years, it certainly took a toll on my brain to
figure out the colorful characters of those good old days. Thank God, I do recognize most
of you guys though it took quite a bit of probing, before my dead brain resurrected. But
I’m sorry that most of you gals have had plastic surgeries!! One way or another, I don’t
know. Of course, except for Normawati. I do remember (or maybe I remembered
wrongly) that Normawati is also close to another girl by the name of Rosilawati (or
Rosemawati?). And they were the babes in Delta then, right?
Personally, I would have to say that the guys (those I met for the first time during the
gathering after all these years) who haven’t change much in terms of their features are
Zaki, Sharifuddin, Wan Azhar (great football kaki ), Bazuki, Nazri, Suhaimi,
Mazlan, Nik Azhar, Asri & Ghani. Those that I have to dig hard into my memory
bank to recall are Mohd Ali, Zamri, Sallehuddin, Mat Zailani (Tok Mat Kela), Mahadi
(Kuching?) and Shamsul. The rest like Wong Foo, Denan, Fikri Solok, Awie, Pokcik,
Mizi, Zig, GJoe, Atta, Mat Liming, Zaidi Boyo and Salihie – I’ve met before at one time
or another. The only person I still can’t recall is Hazih. The sad part is that we were in the
same dormitory and shared the double decker bed while in Form 3. I would really
appreciate if someone can shed some light about Hazih during the heydays in SMS.
There are also probably a few other guys that I didn’t mention the names here. I am sorry
that I totally couldn’t recall your names.
Anyway, I would like to mention here, two persons in particular (because they look so
much different then as compared to now), who stir back the sweet memories of my time
in SMS. Firstly, is Mat Ali. It is kind of amazing that features wise, he has indeed look
like another person to me. Mat Ali as I remembered then was chubbier, had fairer
complexion and certainly longer hair (if I’m not mistaken). Couple of times I looked and
looked at him, trying to see if there’s any prominent feature I can single out to match the
image of him as I so remembered, but still couldn’t. Then after noticing his smile during
the gathering, I just can’t help but realize that he is that very person in Delta who is so
jovial all the time (maybe a bit naughty & loud at times). If there’s any student in our
whole batch that never fails to look happy or never shows he is sad, it has to be Mat Ali!
And he’s always that person who stood up for our batch in his own peculiar way. Never
mind that at times he became the punching bag by some of our seniors (those bad hats
then or ‘set gedebe’), he’s always there for friends. Just as he is now, I’m sure. If
Gamma has Zig, Beta has Ayie & Alpha has Mat Liming, we in Delta certainly have Mat
Ali to be proud of.
The second person I want to put a special mention here is none other than Tok Mat. He
asked me during the gathering if I still remember him (demo ingat kawe lagi ko?). I kept
saying he must have grown much bigger than he was then, size wise. That is because the
only Mat Zalaini that vividly pops up in my head is that picture of twin small size
students whom I’m close to (together with ‘adek’, i.e. Kamaluddin from Gamma). Maybe
GJoe is also one of the miniature size students in our batch but he was already big in
stature, even then. I think the three of us (Tok Mat, adek & me) even used to walk
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together to ‘prep’ class most of the times. And we even discussed and try to solve
homework together as well. But look at Tok Mat now! Big, strong, muscular and a “Man
In Black” . Kaloh Will Smith wey! Tok Mat if you are the same person, ‘kawe mitok
maaf deh kalu waswas sebak tok berapoh che demo’. By the way, if anyone happens to
chance upon Kamaluddin (adek), please send my warmest regards.
I’m sure there will be tons of stories to share and memories to reminisce by others who
went to the gathering. I’m waiting eagerly to read many more from all of you who are
generous enough to write. All in all, gazillion of thanks to Salwana, Pokcik, Mat Ali and
just about everyone who made Saturday such a big success . Memorable gathering as
such is PRICELESS! THANK YOU.
A big thank you to all our photographers too. The pictures posted captures the mood
exactly as it was. Somehow today, I'm not having the Monday blues at all. Yeo.
As We Remember … Prefectorial Boards
Our student leaders deserve special attention as they too, like it or not, were part of our
landscape in those days. They were our leaders that excelled in their duties but most
importantly they are our friends that share the same joys and disappointments. This
chapter salutes our prefects for their commanding services and a job well done.
As We Remember … Faces & Places
These are some recollections of stories and articles about the people and the places that
were dear to us. They are very special as they hold the key to our memory of certain
events that made significant impact on our life. This chapter revisits those places and sees
the old faces again just for the old time’s sake.
As We Remember … Kisah Lama
A lot of stories and articles were written to recapture those great moments and not-so-
great moments during our school days. Some are beautiful and sweet encounters and the
others tell the brutal life unimaginable to the sane. However, one thing we are proud to
know is that, they all have survived and overcome the difficult times. Traces of old
predicament might live with them forever but it has made them a strong fighter and a
believer in them and in what they do.
As We Remember will reminiscent the old good times. Enjoy it!
Editor
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The Early Days
The Long March

By
Amran Mohd Nor (Class of 1978)
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
It was a long March from Wakaf Mek Zainab to Pengkalan Chepa. I need to let all of you
know what SMSK meant to us (batch 73). Life was not so rosy in SMIP with its crowded
dorm, stinking leaked septic tank that freed all its content into the drain and beyond every
time there was a heavy downpour. More than half of us contracted typhoid which forced
us to set up a temporary ward at the hostel (I was the last to get it -- the day I helped dis-
ambled the ward). Our big brothers (SMIP guys) took great care of us by making us their
kid brother, help us in a lot of things especially teaching us how to demonstrate to fight
for our rights (most of the time when we were served with nasi basi - remember the
chants" apa kita mahu?". "Nasi!"The stories about the real boarding school as been told
by Cikgu Rashidi (MCOBA) made us cringed to see our own school in Pengkalan Chepa.
Promises to move there were made every other week but to no avail. Out of sheer
frustration, we demanded one day to go and see the building though not completed. He
said okay but we need to walk there! Actually the teachers were tired of giving excuses.
One fine morning, the boys in white T shirt and short with the girls in their skirt, we
walked in line. We passed thro' a few kampong stopping at every perigi along the way to
quench our thirst, the 234 of us walked and walked and walked.......the dream school was
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nowhere to be seen. Soon, a few guys broke the rules and were sent back quashing their
big dream of seeing the multi storey complex with big padang.
Under the intense heat, we continued our journey stopping at a couple of kedai kopi to
buy some tidbits. We emptied their bottles, but I'm not sure how much the owner got
(siapa teringat pergilah cari balik kedai tu -- bayar).
Finally, we saw it.....our school.....the almost completed buildings....big padang.

Everyone put that childish grin on their faces...........We were looking from outside the
fence though. We were not allowed to step into the school compound because it was still
the contractor's site - it was a projek sakit. I remember Rosli Alias took a black and white
photo of the school. Time to go home...it meant a lot to heal our yearning for 'our school'.
I tell you, it was somewhat an emotional moment to leave the school behind...or was it
because we have to walk back. On our way home, most of us were too tired to walk in
line. We broke loose and walked as fast as possible, drinking air perigi whenever we
found one. We shortcut through the jungles where most of the Taman Perumahans were
then built on. We walked and marched back to the hostel. I couldn't recall the pain until
today because there was no pain......only that peaceful easy feeling after finally seeing our
own school with that big padang which we finally step into in January 1974.
Note: Those of you contractors out there, try your best not to let your project sakit
especially school projects because you wouldn't know how many hearts you will break by
doing that!
The Earliest Picture of the School

By
Sabariah Md Zin (Class of 1979)
Shah Alam ,Selangor
http://smz-smsk.blogspot.com/
Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA
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I found this photo in one of the folders in our e-group's photo folders. It was created by
our good friend Ahmad Hilmy Abdullah@AHA.
Remark from Hilmy:
Blok Bangunan sekolah
1974... Sewaktu kantin belum dibina. Di sebelah kanan adalah cucur atap Dewan besar.
Sekarang, selain kantin, berbagai bangunan tambahan dan tumbuhan bagaikan taman
telah memenuhi ruang . Seksanya... cuma dewan makan tempat mengisi perut ketika itu.
Even the canteen block is not in the picture!!
Dewan Makan 1974
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The Early Days of the School
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
The view from Block A of Boy's Hostel. Part of the dining hall is on the left side, the new
canteen in the middle and part of the school blocks in the background. Compare with the
picture taken in Jan 2007 .
As you enter from the main gate, you would be able to see part of the principal's house
(left). The 3 4-storey blocks are (from left to right) Girls' block (C), Boy's Block B and
Boy's Block A.
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The school hall in the middle with the school blocks in the background.
In those days, these were some of the best pix of our school!
This is the original group of girls for my batch. There were later additions (e.g. 2nd
intake) as well as those who came in 1978 i.e. after our LCE exam (equivalent to PMR
now):
Taken in early 1975

First row from left: ??, Khalidah, Nik Ruzni, Azida, Norita, Latifah (fr Sarawak),
Munirah, Nuraini, (the late) Gan Choo Heok
Standing from left: Che Norizan, Noriza, Mahizan, Siti Haslina, Che Nasirah, me,
Fauziah Mat Zain, Rozaida, Fauziah Mohd, Saroja
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The Riot of 1977 : The fear, the rage and the melancholy
It was the time and moment that we all wanted to forget; yet , the hostility and the rage
that spread like a wild fire throughout that dark night has kept some of us feeling
melancholic. A deep sense of disappointment and frustrated. As the real stories unfold,
old wounds start to bleed again. The anger and the hostility reclaim its place in the heart
once more. I hope this writing will play its maiden role as a healer. To help those who
want to let it out, once and for all, so that we can get on with our life.
As far as I am concerned, I have forgiven and forgotten. And also, it’s not about
who’s right or who’s wrong but being able to learn from it and move forward.
…………..Pak Da, who was in the middle of the whole thing.
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How Kak Sabar Remember It
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
It was an event every citizen of the school then wished never happened, but the fact was
that it happened and there was no way it could be undone :-( When did it happen and how
did it happen? Nobody except those involved directly could really answer the question.
This is a very sensitive story/event/issue, whatever you want to call it. I will try my best
not to be biased towards anybody, and what I am going to write is only based on what
heard, saw and gathered, from my limited resources. I remember that it happened during
the weekend, because that night (when it happened), we had visitors from SMS T Ahmad
Shah, Gambang!! They came for a friendly visit (I am not sure, but I think it was their
prefects and/or sixth formers). I think we had some friendly games with them, apart from
their mandatory visits to the shopping places in Kelantan (I think they visited Rantau
Panjang too). Their guys were given one of the dormitories on the top most floor of
Block B. They must be very scared when they heard all the voices of boys screaming,
shouting, breaking window panes, etc... What I remember was that, the following
morning, the visitors packed their things and went home (or rather "checked out") much
earlier than planned!
Now, let's get back to the stories before the riot! At that time, certain quarters of the
students had some problems with one of the wardens. These groups of students consisted
of mainly sportsmen, who had to practice for their games almost everyday. In those days
we were great teams for almost all the main games - soccer, hockey, netball, and
athletics. And we were there for both the Under-15 and Under-18 categories]. Being
school kids, at that time of the year (early in the year when we concentrated more on the
games than on our studies!!) games were paramount. These great players had supporters
and admirers too! (Hey, this is off the topic! :))
Anyway, their supporters would "cover" them for their minor wrong-doings, such as not
being ready for the evening prayers (maghrib), or coming late to dining hall for dinner.
There were some of the boys who were caught with some of these minor disciplinary
problems. It's so happened that there was this "orang luar" warden (who's a six-footer! To
me looked more like a commando than a teacher), who was just doing his duty when he
caught these students. However, maybe he used certain words or style that "challenged"
the students' patience - only God knows!! What we know was that, that night this warden
(let me name him Warden X) called some of the students to the warden's room (which
was on the first floor of Block A, and from my bed, though far, I can see clearly the door
to the room!). What happened there I don't know really know, but I was told later that the
warden caught the wrong boy, and also for many times had been accusing the wrong boys
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for the wrong thing... Only God knows the truth... I think after that the boys had gone
back to their dorms soon after (not sure...), but what I know was that suddenly there was
a group of boys calling Warden X by names, and wanting to break the door to the
Warden's room!!! Cikgu Baha, who was a warden too, came out, blocked the door with
his body and pleaded the boys to calm down. Cikgu Baha was very well loved by most
students then, so the boys didn't harm him at all. However, the small-sized Cikgu Baha
had a hard time trying to stop the boys from breaking the door and getting to Warden X,
though he succeeded. Cikgu Baha even said things like, "if you want to harm him, harm
me first". There were also boys who climbed to the other side of the block, and tried to
get to the warden through the window! Honestly, the image of Cikgu Bahar pleading to
them is still fresh in my head!!
Soon, other boys broke loose. Boys were shouting, screaming, and breaking window
panes. Though they didn't attack the warden directly, they were seen harming themselves,
in their attempt to control their anger and disappointment. One of them actually cut
himself with the broken window pane, I was told. There was a well between the boys
block and the dining hall, and I could see boys around that area crying, screaming and
getting hurt! Later I was told that some of the boys went "iseng" (went beserk, due to out
of control emotional outburst) before we can understand why they behaved that way, we
need to know the situation then. At that time we had just lost our first principal, Cikgu
Mahadzir, whom many of us hated when he was around, but was greatly missed by most
students when he was gone!! Cikgu was transferred back to his home state, Kedah and he
was replaced by a FEMALE principal who's a Kelantanese but was formerly the principal
of another boarding school, Tunku Kurshiah College. Obviously, most students found it
difficult to adjust to her style, and her constant comparisons to TKC, definitely didn't
help. I still remember how she would say in the assembly (or even during the prefect's
meeting), "In TKC.... we blah..bla..bla....". After the first two words, most of us just shut
our ears!! Her intention was good, but for most of us, we just hated the idea of
transforming us to be like another "rival" school!
Back to that night.... I remember Ustaz Alwi (the deputy principal then) came and tried to
calm the boys, but failed. Dr Wan Azman Wan Ahmad, the head boy then, who was also
very much liked and respected by most students, too failed to calm the marauding boys,
and lastly the principal too came, and to no vain. The "rioting" went on until late at night.
The last resort was to call the neighboring FRU (Federal Reserve Unit, who normally
handles riots), who came in 2 trucks!! They went in to the warden's room, formed a body
shield around Warden X and escorted him to the FRU camp!
During the days that follow, the student's morale was at all time low... Even the prefects
felt the same way. We (the prefects) were summoned by the principal, and we got a real
bashing from both principal and her deputy. We were accused of not being effective in
curbing the disciplinary problems. We were very disappointed - at one end the students
expected us to fight for their cause and at the other end the school treated us just like their
police. We preferred to be "student leaders" but nobody bothered to listen to our own
woes.
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At one point, Wan Azman (head boy) called all the prefects. He said that he was not
effective in doing his duty, and being in form 6 Upper, he also had to concentrate on his
studies (for his HSC - STPM now). Obviously, he was very disappointed with the school
management who failed to listen to the students' woes that he relayed to them. On top of
that, he personally was scolded too, I think... All the prefects "pujuk" him not do to do so
(tried to talk him out of the idea). That was the time I saw many boy prefects broke down
and cry, out of desperation!! Eventually, all of us decided that if we can't voice out our
feelings and opinions, then we will all go to the principal office and resign from our
posts!! Let the school management choose whom they like to be THEIR prefects!!
A group of the senior prefects went to see the principal and tendered our resignation EN
MASS!!! Now, has any one of you heard of the prefect board resigning en mass?? It only
happened in 1977!! If the school management thought we were just too emotional and not
serious about it, they were very wrong!! The next day, the school management had a
shock!! None of the prefects wore his/her prefect attire (light blue) - we had to borrow
ordinary school uniforms from friends!! The whole school and hostel went quite haywire.
No morning inspection, no bell ringing to alert the students to go to school, nobody to
ensure order in the dining hall, nobody to recite the doa before meals, nobody to collect
the students' mail from the office, nobody to run the normal errands given by the school
to the prefects, nothing at all!! In a way, we had "a good time" being just students ;-)
Realizing that they could not function with our help, the school agreed to consider our
requests and proposals, and the resignation was turned down. To me, it was ONE
GREAT VICTORY to us and the students!! Now back to Warden X. He never came back
into the school compound. He stayed in the FRU camp for a week before he was
transferred to Kedah (i heard he was sent to Langkawi- then, it was considered very
remote/ulu!!).
To some of the prefects (girl prefects too), he was a nice warden (ignore what he did/said
to the boys that sparked the riot). So, before he was sent back to Kedah, some of us
managed to visit him. It was a very emotional meet. He looked shocked - maybe he never
expected what he did could cause such uproar!! Lesson of the day? Never under-estimate
the Kelantanese!
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Amran’s Own Account of the Incident
By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
Before I proceed may I say that since we left school, there has been no more hard
feelings amongst those involved in that incident. I was once told by my group that the
teacher and some of the students concerned had met up to forgive and forget. For
whatever reason, we shouldn't have rioted! However, I will still write about it so that all
of us know what filled up those 30 years of our school history. Mind you, this is my own
account of the incident and sincerely hopes that others join in and correct me if I'm
wrong.
Here it goes.......
A few important events closely related to our batch (73) had taken place. Cik gu Rashidi,
regarded as our first mentor during our testing year in SMIP, was transferred in 1974. We
were then taken care by our wardens Cikgu Baha and Cikgu Mat Nor (they're friendly
and fair to us). However, we turned more to Cikgu Ashaari to fill up that gap left by Cik
gu Rashidi. I mean he'd be the one whom most of batch 73 students would confide in,
joked with, and listened to. We felt that he was a very caring and understanding person.
He had that natural charm written over his face, had he not? Furthermore, he was with us
right from the very first day in SMIP too. By now, more batches came into the school and
I think we were a bit intimidated by some of you guys about who should be in control
because we always feel special about being the pioneer and had endured a lot of
hardships. As such we were very sensitive towards anything that touched anybody from
our batch. (biasalah a! t that age, a person tends to look for a comrade in place of one's
parents).
Our charismatic principal Mr. Mahadzir also left us. In came Pn. Rahmah Hussein (she
had two cute daughters in the school as well) from TKC. This handsome man Mahadzir,
such a fierce, no nonsense, difficult to smile, he could nag us for hours (a couple of
students collapsed during assembly), he'd make the teachers and us waited for an hour in
the assembly hall while he took the longest route via every dorm before reaching the
hall......nobody moved...we sang Negara ku and Selamat Sultan and he didn't say a single
word.......assembly finished. Just like that. He was very outspoken.............we were like
timid rat with him around. ONLY when he left that we realized how he has managed to
change our mind set for excellence. He was actually firm but fair. He put television sets
for us to watch Muhamad Ali vs Joe Bugner in KL. He even went to see them before the
fight and came back telling us highly about Muhammad Ali's excellence. Suddenly we
felt the emptiness when he left us. I personally feel that he played a big role in psyching
us to excel in the school's LCE exam.
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After our success in the LCE exam in 1975, we spent a lot of time playing and fooling
around because MCE was still far away and our new warden was a hell of a tough
sportsman. Our school excelled in various fields especially in debate, games and sports
even at the national level. One boy stood out among us ----ROSLI HUSAIN (we called
him Pak Da). He was made the first School Games Captain for his flair in almost every
sports he played...and he could play almost everything....He's even good at debate, study,
music, comedy....he was really an outstanding boy. He never walked alone. We looked up
to him not only for his size but also for his leadership. He was popular with everybody. I
was indebted to him because he always put me on the bus to watch away football games.
So, it was not a surprise when one night after the prep hour, we were shocked to learn
that a group of batch 73 were rounded up by this new warden for an alleged indiscipline
and among them was Rosli Husain.
Some of us started to loiter below the warden's room waiting anxiously, not knowing why
they were still detained by the warden for so long... the crowd was getting bigger
including some seniors and juniors.
Suddenly, someone heard a commotion and heard someone screaming "Pak Da kena
pukul ke cikgu....". All hell broke loose.. Some ran upstairs and tried to break into the
room while others pelted the windows with bricks. More joined in, screaming and
running around, smashing things in anger for the warden refused to come out.....who
would dare? I remember the owner of the house just outside our kitchen fence shouted at
us and was shut up immediately with rude remarks from some of us.
Everything was in chaos....tension was running very high.....people from the surrounding
started coming in. It made us madder........of course in that situation more students
became hysterical especially those who learned silat. So almost everybody's running
around attacking the warden's room as well as comforting the hysterical
students........ISIN was the word! These silat batin group was difficult to control except
for one guy who looked very much in trance (“iseng”) until his sarong terlondeh and he
quickly pulled it up...well too late, we looked at him in disgust and left him alone....tipu
punya iseng!
Joked aside, by 2am, some parents and more people came and tried to console us ---- no
chance. Mr. Mahadzir is no longer there, remember? Then.... the nearby Pasukan Polis
Hutan came in with their guns pointed. There was a long queue of police trucks in the
school area till the main gate. Some of us were still uncontrollable, chasing the police car
which was supposed to ferry out the warden. The shouting and running continued.
Eventually at almost 4am, we were all squatting in the area between the two hostel blocks
staring at the mouth of the police rifles pointed at us (just like the immigrants you see in
the newspaper nowadays). We cooled down and listened to a few comforting words from
some of our favorite teachers.........
The next day was a gloomy day as we become the talk of the town. Words spread fast up
to Gua Musang even though there wasn't any hand phone then. It became worse day after
day when the dust settled down because it was time to face the music. Some of us were
penalized and so on.......... Of course nobody won, we were all losers. We shouldn't have
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done it but it was on impulse, I would say. Luckily there was no casualty though it could
have easily been.
I'M SURE NONE OF US IS PROUD OF THE INCIDENT BUT IT'S BEEN AN

EPISODE DURING OUR TIME IN SMSKelantan.
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Slipiah Recalled The Chaotic Night
By
Rusli Alias (Class of 1977)
Bila cerita pasal riot, I have my very own experience, personally involved dalam bilik
CCALIK.Exact tarikh dah lupa tapi this is what happened during the day of riot, as far as
I can remember. Kita start dari pagi tu deh. Somewhere in 1977.Pagi tu, kelas 5 alpha
(where I was) dengan 5 beta ada PE. (Combined class for PE). Tapi pagi tu Pak Da (Rosli
Hussin), in 5 beta tak dapat turun for some reasons. Ccalik was then our PE teacher.
Perhaps kalu Pak Da tengok ni, dia boleh tambah kot.
So, malam tu Cik Gu Izham (Ccalik) panggil all boys from 5 alpha and 5 beta ke bilik dia
di hostel, just untuk marah why some of us tak turun PE pagi tu. Tapi yang dia nak ialah
Pak Da.. If I remember it correctly, amongst others yang ada dalam bilik dia Pak Da,
Pendi (loyar MPKB), Zulkifli (Sulong), Sabri (Beleh), Wan Mohd Ariff (Enjo), Hasanan
Wahidi (Goda), Nek Zambri (Cicak) and lain-lain tak ingat. I think 11 orang semuanya
including me.Masa mula-mula masuk dalam bilik Ccalik, I could see that something bad
was going to happen. Ccalik was sitting on the table, with his legs on the chair, pakai
seluar pendek, macam ready nak bergaduh. Renungan matanya menggambarkan
kemarahan serta dendam yang teramat sangat. Ccalik mula mengungkit-ngungkit pasal
kononnya Pak Da, mentang-mentang dah jadi star bolasepak bebas nak turun PE ke tidak.
Kemudian mengungkit-ngungkit pula pasal kononnya dia (Ccalik) sedikitpun tidak takut
pada kapak kecik (masa tu isu kapak kecik di Kelantan was quite hot).
By the way, before that incident, Ccalik pernah gi round kelas prep, bawak suratkhabar
pasal kapak kecik, and he was telling everybody that dia tak sedikitpun takut pada kapak
kecik. Kebetulan pulak masa dia round our class, somebody was missing (Syed Mat
Zain) dari prep. Actually malam tu Syed tubik curi.Me, Sli Piah, was the monitor of 5
alpha. I was questioned by Ccalik about Syed and I could not answer him correctly. So,
Ccalik suruh ambo berdiri atas meja. We were in the class bawah tangki air that the
ceiling was lower. Jadi, ambo berdiri atas meja, kepala kena tteleng sikit sebab ceiling
rendah.
Now back to the story. Along the session, Ccalik mula memekik ko Pak Da “Kurang
Ajar, kurang ajar” beberapa kali. Then dia hayun full swing penamparnya ko Pak Da, tapi
Pak Da mengelak sikit, terkenalah kalau tak silap either Pendi atau Sulong. Kebetulan
pulak masa tu pukul 10 malam and it was “lights off “ time.Melihat Ccalik dah naik
minyak kitorang went for the door untuk lari. Somebody was pulling Pak Da out of the
room. Bila Ccalik tengok Pak Da dah nak tubik, dia ambik stool dan dibalingkan full
swing ke arah Pak Da, tapi tak kena. Instead kena windo panes, terburai pecah. Kalau
kena, parah.
At that time, tension was building up at the boys hostel. Everybody was curious what
happened. The moment kitorang out of Ccalik’s room, somebody shouted “Ccalik behe
Pak Da, Ccalik behe Pak Da”. Almost immediately after that you could see that the boys
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rushed down to the courtyard, demanding for Ccalik supaya tubik dari biliknya. There
were boys who went to the back of his room, ambil batu jokong and baling bilik dia.
Maka bermulalah titik hitam itu. So, that’s what happened 30 years ago. From there
onwards, gu-gu lain pun boleh sambung because everything else happened in the
courtyard.
As somebody has commented, malam tu ramai yang buka langkah silat. Friends who
were normally very quiet suddenly became very aggressive. Satu peristiwa berdarah that
I remember was about our Goal Keeper, Abdul Rahman Suhaimi. He was my roomate,
bilik Penguin, ground floor block B, dekat water cooler. Dalam havoc tu, entah macam
mana lengan dia terkena window panes and one of the veins on his arm terputus. We
could see darah terpancut continuously dari lengan dia. So, we wrapped his arm with a
towel and somebody then took him to the hospital. It was a very emotional night to most
of us.
There were then investigations by somebody on the whole incident. Selang beberapa hari
lepas tu, without any info, two of my classmates, Sulong and Pendi were missing in the
class. Cik Gu Faridah was then my form teacher. Being the monitor, I asked her what
happened to the two. Cik Gu Faridah pun tak tahu, either dia tak tahu atau she was
ordered not to tell.Selang beberapa hari lepas tu, Cik Gu Faridah told me to kemaskan
buku-buku Sulong and Pendi. I asked why, pun tiada jawapan. Tahu-tahu, Pendi was
already in another school in Machang and Sulong in SIC. Of all, 10 orang kena tukar
sekolah because of the riot. Another friend that I remember kena tukar was Roslan
Ibrahim (Sle Kambing).
I did meet Pendi some time lepas tu, bertanya khabar. He had the details of the aftermath.
Kalau nak tahu storynya, kena tanya dia sendiri lah.
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Coretan dari Abe Li
By
Razali Mat Zin(Class of 1977)
Dhahran, Saudi Arabia
PUNCA SEBENAR ialah tindakan warden X terhadap seorang pelajar yang menjadi
“PEMIMPIN INFORMAL” pada masa itu. Pak Da Rosli, seorang pemain bolasepak
handal sekolah telah terpilih untuk mewakili pasukan bawah 18 tahun Malaysia
menyertai sukan sekolah2 Asia di New Delhi. Oleh kerana tiap2 petang dia kena hadiri
latihan di stadium Sultan Muhammad ke IV, maka sesi PE (Pendidikan Jasmani) waktu
pagi dia tidak turun. Warden X yang mengajar PE untuk kelas Pak Da marah sebab dia
anggap Pak Da besar kepala. Malam itu (”malam peristiwa hitam”), dia panggil Pak Da
ke biliknya dan telah memberi penampar. Pak Da balik ke bilik dan apabila di tanya oleh
kawan2 dia macam orang “bingung.” Dalam keadaan tertekan dia beritahu Warden X
telah tampar dia. Bermula dari situ, beberapa orang telah berlari ke bilik warden X sambil
menjerit, “cikgu tamper saing kita sampai jadi bengung” ……. sepantas kilat, seorang
demi seorang keluar bilik … masing2 yang majoritinya tak tahu hujung pangkal pun
menjerit/melolong ….. sambil menggayakan berbagai aksi seni tari silat dan gaya boxing
siam……. Ada yang berguling2 ..naik “iseng” …… ada yang mengeluarkan pisau lipat
..ada yang heret batang penyapu .. ada yang campak tong sampah dari tingkap tiga dlll
gaya meluahkan kemarahan …. Sentuh sikit fasal cikgu Baha ….. memang cikgu Baha
adalah antara faktor penyelamat Warden X …. sebab dia berdiri depan pintu bilik waden
tu … ada budak bawa serpihan kaca cermin tingkap bilik ..cikgu Baha melaung, “tikam
saya; tikam saya…” Mungkin melihat keberanian cikgu Baha ..murid2 berundur …
akhirnya mereka pergi serang bilik warden dengan membaling batu jongkong dari tingkat
bawah … Masa itulah Headboy Wan Azman menjadi hero ..kerana beliau berdiri didepan
murid2 yang sudah hilang pedoman . Bayangkan kalau sebiji batu jongkong itu singgah
kat kepala Wan Azman …… sapa yang sempat melihat Wan Azman pada malam itu
memang mahu memberi “tabik springggg” kerana beliau memang mendedahkan diri
kepada segala kemungkinan untuk dicederakan. Cerita FRU masuk sekolah untuk
selamatkan Warden X tu tepat …sebelum FRU masuk Timbalan Pengarah Jab.
Pendidikan Kelantan, Encik Salih Mat Akib datang selepas mendapat panggilan telefon
dari Pengetua baru, Puan Rahmah yang juga tiba bersama suaminya tetapi tidak dapat
mententeramkan keadaan. Ringkaskan peristiwa yang panjang ini, selang beberapa
minggu Warden X telah ditukarkan ke Pulau Langkawi (masa tu 1970s Langkawi adalah
tempat jin bertendang macam Gua Musang). Satu kumpulan penyiasat dari Kem.
Pelajaran KL datang menyiasat dan beberapa pelajar didapati bersalah dan terpaksa
mengucapkan selamat tinggal pada SMS….. Ada lagi episod2 lain yang saya tidak cerita
di sini …
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The Great Debate Teams
The Debate Fever

By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
I was in the hockey squad in the 1976 PPM in STF. We were very small and looked
down by other more established schools like MCKK, STAR and SDAR. They were
almost a different class above us. They got the eyes of TKC and STF girls then. So,
obviously, we had to be more rowdy than them to attract attention. There're instances
when we overdid it, and I must admit that we looked more like kampong boys. Things
got worst when a SMSAH player walloped Rosli Hussein's shin in a hockey match....with
heroes like Sudin, Che Amat etc in our team....all hell broke loose. News spread very fast
about the incident and we felt like in a dustbin because we suddenly became the 'badboy'
of the tournament. But our debaters changed the fortune...
Well....nothing could beat the night our debaters ran down our more established
opponents one after another with us cheering like mad, marching throughout the whole
STF compound singing thro the night taunting the SDARians and STARians(these two
were like brothers). If I'm not mistaken we qualified for the final that year (maybe
someone can verify this for me). Suddenly, we were noticed! SMS Kelantan was the
name. It put fear into others and we were suddenly on a new high (at least I was!). We
behaved more 'kampong' after that. Of course we were beaten by Kolej Islam Klang in
four straight years either in the final or semi final...real jinx.
Moments like that were contagious. At home the whole school was soon infected with
debate fever. We suddenly had debate teams in every class and even dorm. I remember
having debate contest in the dorm that started after the 'lights off'. The best part was that
everybody was lying down in their bed dalam kelambu throughout the whole session. It
amazed me till today how serious we were then. The eloquent and witty rebukes of Razali
Mat Zin was emulated.....the forceful intonation and bombastic lingo of Anwar Ibrahim
was the norm.....even within the kelambu.
In those days it was so difficult to get any message across because somebody no matter
where and when will rebuke you to provoke a debate!!!
I must say that the debate team managed to speed up our effort in establishing our school
as a top flight institution in the country.
For such a new school and at an era when there were only TV1 and TV2, appearing on
national TV channel for the debate final was a very great achievement. It gave us a great
pleasure to tell our kampong folks that "Sekolah Sain tu sekolah amba!"
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Our strong pride in guarding the Kelantanese dialect did not deter us from participating in
a debate contest. The classic case was when a contestant in an inter class debate went on
emotionally putting across a case about indiscipline in school when he said something
like,"....... akan menyebabkan lebih ramai murid-murid sekolah merungkas pagar!"
Piala Perdana Menteri(PPM) 1976

By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
The PPM is the debate competition that started in 1974, as a competition among the elite
boarding schools. They were later joined by several SMS (Sekolah Menengah Sains).
There are two streams of the competition - in English and in Bahasa Malaysia.
During my days in the school we were never that good in the English debate, but we first
made it great in the Bahasa Malaysia section 1976 when we managed to be in the final.
The final was held in the Auditorium Besar Angkasapuri, during the long school holidays
at the end of the year. Our debating team consisted of Wan Azman Wan Ahmad (Dr, now
a medical professor in Universiti Malaya), Razali Mat Zin (Dr, now an academic in a
university in Riyadh), the late Mr Abdul Hamid and Khalid Ibrahim (Dr, now the head of
Sg Buluh Hospital) with the debating teacher, the late Cikgu Yusoff Ali were given the
honor to FLY from Kota Bharu to Kuala Lumpur while a full bus load of supporters went
by road. I was lucky to be among the supporters!!
Traveling from Kota Bharu in the 1970s was not as straight forward as it now is. WE had
to go to Kuala Terengganu first, then Kuantan, before we headed to Kuala Lumpur. The
journey took more than 14 hours, compared to an average of 6-7 hours now!!
We bunked up in SMS Selangor, while our debaters stayed in a hotel (was in Majestic
Hotel? - now known as Carcosa Seri Negara). The following morning (the day of the
debate), we were so excited to see articles and pictures of our debaters (and their
opponents from Kolej Islam Klang) occupied the main page 2-page3!! Our seniors
managed to buy all main newspapers - The New Straits Times, Utusan Malaysia and
Berita Harian. With pride, we read every article about them !!While in SMSS, we
befriended some Sixth Formers from the school, who agreed to have a pix taken with us
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When the night came, we headed for Auditorium Besar Angkasapuri. We were among
the early ones to enter the auditorium, and took our seats.
There were some MCKK boys behind us.
Soon our debaters came out to take their seats and somebody took these pix (which
became a top-selling photo later when we got back to school!)
The pride of our school taking their seats - Razali, Wan Azman, (the late) Hamid
Unfortunately we lost the debate. However, our debater, Razali Mat Zin (who's now a
Prof in King Fahd's University) was chosen to be the Best Debater!! Well... we didn't
really leave the place empty handed... By the way, Wan Azman is now a Director at IJN.
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The “Pemidato Terbaik” Trophy (Courtesy of Razali Mat Zin)
(Courtesy of Razali Mat Zin)
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In BH 16 April 1976 (Courtesy of Razali Mat Zin)
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The Old School Bus
Our Bus Is Here

By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
Remember my first story about the long march from wakaf mek zainab to Pengkalan
Chepa? Poor kids. We wouldn't have to walk if we had our school bus then.
It was in 1974, returning to the dorm after our lunch. The sun was shining outside. The
after lunch noise was always a welcome sound. Why not? We had finished the day's
boring hours in the classroom, had just filled up our hungry stomach at the dining
hall.....so it was time to relax before the 'horizontal hour'. Remember the usual scenario in
the dorm at that time? Some of us would be singing at the top of their voices, laughter
filled the air, boys jumping onto one another in their bed (just doing decent hugging,
nothing fishy about it!), sound of slippers slapping the corridor floors to the bathroom
and the sight of boys wrapped in towel walking or running along the corridors of all
floors and blocks. Some were grouping at the corridors shouting at other groups in the
other block..... And in the bathroom? More singing, right? Shower room doors are
knocked to irritate the occupant. A lot of fun but it was still another routine afternoon in
SMSK.......
I was about to go to the toilet when some alien sound caught my attention. It was a
continuous sound of car horns and the continuous pip..pip..pip..pip..pip..of motorcycles.
Some of us looked out of the window and saw a procession of some of our teachers' cars
and vespas ---- Cikgu Razak, Cikgu Syed Abd. Hamid and a few others. They were
sounding the horns continuously and their faces were beaming with wide smiles waving
towards us and pointing towards the school gate, as if to show us something. We didn't
have to wonder too long because within seconds we saw a shining creamy yellow long
bus entering the gate. Then we saw it ---- SEKOLAH MENENGAH SAINS
KELANTAN! By now, the blaring horns were accompanied by our cheering and
clapping. OH! BAS KITA SUDAH SAMPAI or rather OIII! BAH KITO SAPA DAH!
BAH KITA! BAH KITA! We ran downstairs and crowded the bus. A tall dark man with
a hunch came down from the bus and was welcomed by us all. As we know that man was
PAK CIK HAMID, a name synonymous with us. He later became one of us, lives his life
and shared the bitter sweet memories with us........
Pak Cik Hamid and his bus had taken us to various places. I'm sure each and everyone
has their own story to tell. My memorable one was the trip to the PPM in STF Johor
Bahru in 1976. We came back at night on a high note after securing a place into the
debate final. . We were passing by the jungle of Rompin when some guys wanted to stop
for a pee. That was the time when Zawawi Husin came up with an eerie ghost story. I
remembered the guys had to bear with the erection (pardon me) until we reached a
kampong in Terengganu before they went down desperately looking for a toilet in the
wee hour of the morning....
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.........well, the bus! OUR BUS! In those days, you couldn't see many buses other than the
SKMK. So, this bus is special, it's ours! No wonder the teachers who were speeding
home for their lunch, turned back to lead the bus to us. They seemed to be as excited as
we were. Had it arrived a year earlier, my friends and I wouldn't have to experience the
symbolic long walk from Wakaf Mek Zainab. But then, I wouldn't have that story to tell
you.
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The Old School Bus
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
This is the first bus the school had. When it arrived in 1974 (according to recollections
from seniors), teachers and students alike were very excited. As for me, I remember this
bus as one of the main means to get to town for our weekly Saturday outings. It is also
the vehicle that took me to various destinations (the further ones were KL, JB, Kuantan,
and Kuala Terengganu) during many school trips.
These pix were taken a couple of years ago. I have a few more shots of this old machine, but need to find
them first... Source: semesta's e-group
During the Labor Day break last year, we were passing by the school, and saw something familiar in the
open space next to the school compound (i.e. OUTSIDE the school compound). Hubby took the first pix:
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On a close-up, we realized that it was actually the OLD BUS!
(Note the red and blue stripes)
I just wonder, if an essay is written with the title "An Autobiography of a Bus" or "Aku
SeBuah Bas SBP", you'd know how the ending would be.
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School Trips
Trip To Pantai Semerak 1977
Trip to a Batik Factory
In 1975, I had a chance to follow a group (I think it was organized by the Art Club) to
visit a batik factory. 2 Mat Salleh teachers took the opportunity to follow us. That was the
first time I saw how batik sarong was made. Here's one of the surviving pix:
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And here's another one, with Mr Foster and Mr Potts (don't know which is which). Cikgu
Bahar is at extreme right. Soon after the trip, Cikgu Bahar managed to get the Art Club to
have its own batik-printing/drawing session.
One of the Mat Salleh teachers (I think it was the guy with the Afro hair style) once
entered our 1 Alpha to relief another teacher who was absent, and he taught us some
German phrases (like good morning, good day, I'm going to the cinema, etc...)! I thought
that was cool....
Rumah Pam Kemubu (Kemubu Pump House)

By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
My gang sat for the Lower Certificate of Education (LCE) examination in October 1977.
Nowadays they have PMR instead. I wouldn't say that LCE and PMR are equivalent,
even though both are/were taken at the end of the 3rd year in secondary school. This is
because in those days if a student got 6As or 7As (out of maximum 8 subjects), he or she
will be one of the top students in the state, if not nationwide, whereas now you can get as
high as 85% of the students in a particular school getting 8As!
Anyway, back to Oct 1977, like the present students, after the LCE examination, we had
a couple of weeks to spare before the end-of-the-year holidays.
The school had arranged some educational trips for us but there was the MAGERAN
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emergency so our "outing" stint was cut short. We only managed to visit a couple of
places, and one of them was the Rumah Pam Kemubu.
[Notes:
The Kemubu scheme:This low-lift pumping scheme, designed by French consultants,

adopted downstream control for the main canal and the pumping station and upstream
control for the secondary system equipped with long-crested weirs and modular
distributors[17]. As in the Muda scheme, the operational problem is the difficulty of
controlling flows in the minor system and meeting the requirements of increasingly
diversified cropping. Different control structures were later adopted for an extension of
the scheme, consisting of adjustable flow-dividing structures.]
We were taken into the pump house.
Inside the pump house, water being pumped above us!
Other poses:
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3 Aplha Girls (Norita, Fauziah, Nury and me)
Latifah, Haliza@MekRock, me & Dr Rohana
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Kelantan River in the background. Also Bukit Panau on the other side of the river
Finally, before we left, a group pic (courtesy of Sim Kay Loh):
The accompanying teachers were Miss Sathiawathy (extreme left) , Mr Hamdi (3rd from right) & Mt Lye
Kim Yong(far right). I am not sure who the other guys at the back were.
Sim was my junior by 1-year. She was among the non-Muslim students who followed us.
I think that day their classes were having exam for Agama Islam paper, so they were
allowed to join us that day. Maybe if Sim is reading this, she can confirm it. My memory
is fading....
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The Trip to Pantai Bisikan Bayu
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
It was a well-known tradition then, during my time, that the fifth formers (or was it the
forth formers?) will make the study trip to Pantai Bisikan Bayu. It's part of the biology
lessons, and the Biology teachers would be in charge of the trips. The key teachers for the
trip then were Pak Widodo and Mr Sharif . I remember very well, when I was still in
form 2 and 3, when I observed my seniors keeping their ragged old school shoes for the
trip. They told me that if the shoes got stuck in the mud, it's ok, because they are meant to
be thrown away, anyway. I also watched in envy (gosh, didn't I love traveling? I still do!)
on the day they (my seniors) left for the trip. I could still remember vividly how they
were busy getting their stuff ready. It was a full day trip, so they had to carry enough
provisions (read here: food, food, and food!). Big tins of crackers and whole watermelons
were also on the list.
They only got back to school very late in the evening, looking very exhausted and worn
out. Not to mention the dirty laundry too :) When our time came, I didn't forget to keep a
pair of my old worn out shoes for the trip. We went together with 5 Beta students and Mr
Sharif was our teacher then . I don't remember much about the preparation but I know we
brought a lot of food! What were we supposed to do? We were supposed to study the
flora and fauna of the mangrove swamps near the beach. Now I am quite sure we went
there when we were in form 4, because the boys from my class were so fascinated by the
mud-skippers that our class teams were called "The Mud-skippers". Was it the basketball
team? I think so. We had to go into the mangrove swamps to collect samples of the
flowers, fruits, etc... But most of the time I think we were busy snapping photos.
What I remember was that my shoe got stuck in the mud, and eventually I had to walk
barefooted!(I was financially not well then, so I didn't buy any of the photos from friends
.If anyone who reads this have any pic to share, please let me know)
Anyway, what I remember that my class brought back a pair of belangkas (horseshoe
crab). No wonder the Malay proverb says "Macam belangkas" (like horseshoe crab) to
describe 2 persons who are always together. I really can't remember much, except for the
huge tins of crackers, hahaha ! We brought the morning nasi lemak too, if I am not
mistaken. Maybe my friends can help me with more info?
We didn't get enough of the trip, so the following year, my class organized another trip to
the beach, and this time it was an overnight camping trip. Will narrate the story later! ;)
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Trip to Pantai Semerak 1978
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
It was a tradition in my school in the 1970s for the form 4 students to go to Semerak
Beach (near Pasir Putih), for an ecological trip. The trip was to study the mangrove
swamp (see the plants during both high and low tides).
Honestly, I do not really remember the academic part of the trip :-D
I only remember that when I was in form 2 and 3, I heard so much about these trips taken
by my seniors. We were told to keep our old school shoes for the trip, because chances
were that while walking in the swamp, we might end up losing the shoes (stuck) in the
mud.
My classmate, Norita was nice enough to send me the scanned pix of this trip:
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Girls from my class: Aihah (where is she now?), Puyah (another lost friend), moi, Norita, Watee and Nury
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Courtesy of Dr Nordin Abu Bakar
Courtesy of Salwana Hassan
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Our Teachers
Courtesy of Prof Kamarudin Mat-Salleh
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Mr Mahadzir Hashim
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Mr. Mahadzir (or "Sir", to us) was our first principal (the title then was "Guru Besar"
only). He was a young lad with two small kids. His wife was a lecturer at the nearby
teacher training college. I didn't know much about him, but what I knew was that he was
a strict principal (as most of us remember him). What else do I remember of him? He was
very disappointed with students who didn't take care of their dental hygiene. He told us
that at his age (then) he had not lost any tooth yet (and to us that was an achievement
since many of those we knew of his age would have lost one or two tooth already by
then!).
My batch was a noisy batch, especially the classes of Alpha and Beta. Once we were so
noisy that the clock in the staff room (right underneath our classrooms) fell down! All of
us were summoned by him. Zainal Azim and I, being the only junior prefects from our
batch, had special scolding - in front of ALL our friends. I remember him calling us
"Useless Prefects!". Honestly, I never held any ill-feelings towards him since I think we
deserved the scolding (we were not that effective anyway). As a punishment, we (Alpha
and Beta students) were not allowed to go to the state stadium (Stadium Sultan
Muhammad IV) to watch our Under-15 and Under-18 soccer teams play in the finals!
Yeah, it was the STATE level - those were the days, when our soccer teams were feared
off by other teams! ALL other students were ferried to the stadium to cheer for the teams.
I remember the warden (I think it was Cikgu Mat Nor) was upset too because he had to
monitor us (in our detention class) hence he couldn't be at the stadium either! To most
students, the fringe benefit of the outing was to be able to enjoy some local delicacies
near the stadium such as "colek" and rojak.
To my batch, Sir managed to keep the SAME teacher for us for Math all the way from
form 1 until form 3. A friend remembers when we went to see him (before he left the
school) Sir reminded us to study hard for our LCE exam (that we were to sit later that
year). He said that if we couldn't get A for Math we should go and "hang Mr. Anuar",
jokingly, or course! (Mr. Anuar Abdullah was our Math teacher then.).
In March 1977, we heard Sir was about to leave us. We also heard that he did not ask for
the transfer. Those who used to hate him suddenly felt that they were going to miss him.
Under the leadership of our head boy (Wan Azman Wan Ahmad), all the students
contributed a small amount of money to purchase a parting gift for Sir. The prefects made
an additional (separate) collection. The gifts were plaques made of silver (specially
ordered from the craft centre in Penjara Pengkalan Chepa). I was lucky enough to have
the chance to take a pic with the gifts:
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The one with the shape of Kelantan map was from the students and the one with the shape of the school
crest was from the prefects.
The school prefects managed to get a chance to visit him and family at the principal's
residence. We also brought our gift.
At the end of it, we managed to get group pix taken too:
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Me (with long plaits) sitting in front with his son on my lap, and his daughter on K Nik's :-)
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Tuan Hj Hamdan Bin Abdul Rahman
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
I know I'm supposed to write about the first principal first, but today I was given the
contact number of Tuan Haji, which prompted me to call him, and hence since it is still
fresh in my mind, I've decided to write about him first. Tuan Hj came to our school on 15
Dec 1977. He was there until 31 March 1979.
What fascinated me of this great principal was his fatherly approach in handling the
students -both boys and girls. I remember how he lead the Thursday night prayers (as the
imam) in the big hall (neither mosque nor common surau yet then). He also made a point
to come to the girl’s hostel every fortnight to lead the prayers, after which we would sit
around him and listened attentively to his "nasihat", just like listening to your dad
talking!
Tuan Hj was also good in languages and Music. He can play the piano well. In Those
days, we had the piano parked at the foot of the staircase that leads to the stage, in the
main hall. The day he departed was a sad one. I remember Tuan Hj sang the beautiful
song "Selamat Tinggal Bungaku". Right until now, if I hear that song, I get teary eyes,
and am very much reminded of him. What I do not recall is that I actually ran up the
stage to ask him to sing the song (and HE remembers it!).
The lyric of the song:
Selamat Tinggal Bungaku

Selamat tinggal bunga ku
Aku bermohon pergi dahulu
Terima kasih seruan ku
Jasa mu untuk diri ku
Ke timur atau ke utara
Tak tentu dimana nak tujukan
Setitik airmata
Dititiskan dibuang jangan
Sekiranya aku masih
Berada nun jauh di balik awan
Salam yang bahagia
Khabar yang gembira ku kirimkan
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Inikah akhir bertemu
Bila nian kan berjumpa lagi
Ingatlah pesanan ku
Jaga baik diri mu sendiri
( Lagu : Johar Bahar / Ahmad Wan Yet - Lirik : Johar Bahar )
Here are some of the pix of me with him:
Here he was with us, watching our Malay debating team practicing in the main hall - we
went into the final that year with the team that consisted of Roslan Ghani, Zaidi and
Zulkifli and Ab Aziz Ahmad:
Fr left: me, Aneelim, Che Jamilah, Tuan Hj Hamdan
While I am at it, I might as well say a bit about the team. That year we had back-up teams
consist me, Affendi (in the pix) and a few others (some are not in this pic). I was with
Team B, while the other girls were in Team C (they were only in form 2 then!). Team B
went all the way to win the Piala Ekspo Pendidikan Kelantan while Team A went on to
win Piala Koperasi (Kelantan) as well as entered the PPM final in Angkasapuri at the end
of the year.
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Pasukan Bahas BM for the school magazine.
The following pix was taken during the Prefect's Jamuan (can't remember if it was for
Raya, or just end-of-term-thingy).
Girl Prefects with Ustaz and Tuan Haji Hamdan

Standing fr left: Parishah, Delima, Rosmayati,Ustaz Alwi, Tuan Hj Hamdan, Rosilah, Mahiza, Che
Nasirah, Sh Haslina
Front fr left: Roselina Hussein, Roselina Yusuf, me, Nik Rozana, Husnayati
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Here's a photo taken during one of the last assemblies at the end of 1978. The Home
Science Club did very well that year - we did catering services to the school especially
during MSSK (Majlis Sukan Sekolah Kelantan) sub-committee meetings. If I remember
correctly, with our "income", apart from having the "Jamuan Tahunan", we managed to
buy gifts to our Advisor (Cikgu Adawiyah), as well as a brooch (worth RM3 - that's a lot
in those days!) each for every member! (We practically finished up the stock in the small
supermarket!) And Tuan Haji as the Pengetua was willing to pin them to EVERY ONE
of us!
Note: The assembly was held in the open space, just in front of the flag poles! Many
students were given certificates for their achievements in various fields.
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Tuan Haji Hamdan's Reminiscence
During the recent SEMESTA's AGM, Tuan Haji presented me a copy of this text:
"Titisan Memori Haji Hamdan bin Abd Rahman"

The Cover of the text of his speech on 11 March 2004
It is the text of his speech that he gave during the Majlis Graduasi SMSTMFP 2004
where he was awarded Anugerah Kehormat Kepimpinan Pendidikan (together with
Ustaz Alwi Yusof).
In the text,Tuan Haji wrote about his life, from a small boy, all the way to what he is now.
I'll type excerpts of the text that are relevant to our school. It'll take quite a while since I
have to read from Jawi (am very berkarat now) and type in Rumi. Please come back to
check out!
Mukaddimah
Di antara banyak-banyak tempat yang pernah saya khidmati, SMSKelantan yang

sekarang berubah nama menjadi SMS Tengku Muhammad Faris Putra inilah yang
memberikan saya kepuasan professional paling tinggi walaupun tempoh perkhidmatan
saya di sini hanya 15 bulan 16 hari. Kisah bermula pada bulan Oktober 1977 selepas
selesai satu mesyuaratpara pengetua maktab perguruan. Ketika bersalaman dengan Ketua
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Pengarah Pelajaran waktu itu yaitu Dato' Murad Mohd Noor, beliau bertanya saya,
"Where are you now?", saya jawab "I am in Gaya College, Dato'. My term is almost
expired". Tiba-tiba beliau panggil pengarah Latihan Guru lalu berkata "Haji Ali, You
take Rahmah in and we will send Hamdan there because he is a man". Sebelum ini nama
saya sudah keluar untuk menjadi timbalan pengarah pendidikan Terengganu. Kemudian
untuk menjadi timbalan pengetua maktab perguruan jiran kita ini. Sudahnya saya ke mari.
Saya tidak tahu menahu pokok pangkal keputusan ini. kemudian baharulah saya tahu
rupanya ketika itu ada beberapa hal dalam sekolah ini yang tidak menyenangkan pihak
kementerian, dan saya diarah datang ke mari untuk memperbetulkan keadaan. Saya
menjejakkan kaki di perkarangan sekolah ini pada 15 Dec 1977. Ustaz Muhd Alwi,
penolong kanan, mengalu-alukan kedatangan saya. Saya langsung meminta taklimat hal
sekolah ini serta mengelilingi kawasannya. Kami mula mengatur langkah..
Episod Serban
Malam tahun baharu mengjelang pembukaan penggal pertama persekolahan tahun 1978
lepas maghrib, saya dikunjungi oleh sekumpulan pelajar yang semuanya memakai serban.
Selepas berkenal-kenalan mereka mengemukakan mengemukakan satu persoalan apakah
boleh mereka memakai serban dalam semua aktiviti sekolah. Mereka mengemukakan
hujjah mengapa mereka patut dibenarkan memakai serban. Saya kata boleh dengan syarat
kena pada tempat dan masanya serta tidak menyebabkan orang mengumpat. Kalau kerana
perbuatan kita orang lain mengumpat ini bermakna kita menyebabkan saudara kita
melakukan dosa umpama memakan daging mayat saudaranya. Saya tidak dapat
menghormati orang yang menjadi penyebab saudaranya berdosa tidak pasal-pasal.
Mereka akur dengan saya.
Episod Kirim Salam
Terdapat sebilangan pelajar yang terlajak laku dan ditangkap oleh guru disiplin. Dalam
kes seumpama ini lazimnya pengetua akan memberitahu ibubapa menerusi surat. Bila
anak balik dan ditanya oleh ibubapa, si anak selalu berbohong. Jadi ibubapa menafikan
tuduhan pihak sekolah dan berasa marah kepada pengetua. Saya buat cara lain. Saya
kurung pesalah-pesalah itu dalam sebuah bilik darjah lalu saya utus beberapa orang guru
pergi menjemput ayah atau ibu murid berkenaan.
Saya pesan kepada guru-guru itu mula-mula sekali katakanlah bahawa cikgu besar kirim
salam. Kemudian katakan guru besar mempersilakan ibubapa tadi datang menemuinya, di
sekolah boleh, di rumahnya pun boleh, untuk berbincang tentang anak mereka. Masa
terserah pada kelapangan dia. Mereka datang saya layan. Saya minta maaf terlebih dahulu
kerana menyusahkan dia.
Apabila dia tanya tentang anak, apakah anaknya itu nakal, saya kata tidak, cuma mungkin
terikut-ikut tingkah laku budak lain sahaja. Kemudian saya panggil anak dia dan saya
suruh pelajar itu memberitahu ayahnya di hadapan saya tentang apa yang telah dia
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lakukan termasuk mencuri minuman botol dari kantin sekolah. Terdiam bapa pelajar
itu.Tidak terdaya dia menafikan keterlanjuran anaknya. Bahkan ada pula bapa yang
menganjurkan supaya anaknya dibaham (smz: pukul?) di hadapan budak-budak lain.
Saya tidak setuju. Akhirnya dia menerima hukuman yang saya kenakan kepada anaknya
dengan hati terbuka.
Episod Terima kasih
Sehubungan dengan episod di atas ada seoran bapa yang awal-awal lagi sudah
merungutkan perihal kelakuan murid sekolah ini. Rungutan itu dikeluarkannya pada guru
yang saya utuskan untuk menjemput dia. Namun dia datang juga dan menanya saya
bermacam-macam untuk mrnunjukkan bahawa anaknya itu budak baik. Semua
pertanyaannya saya jawab dengan sempurna. Dia balik. Selesai babak satu.
Babak kedua berlaku setahun kemudian ketika pecah khabar yang saya akan ditukarkan
ke Kuala Lumpur. Saya terima satu panggilan telefon daripada hamba Allah ini. Dia
ingin berjumpa saya sebelum saya berangkat ke Kuala Lumpur. Saya terima
kedatangannya di rumah pengetua. Dia suami isteri datang membawa beras pulut
segantang dan telur itik barangkali sepuluh biji. "Hamba datang ini cikgu tidak ada apa-
apa satu, cuma hendak meroyakkan terima kasih sahaja. Saya tahulah anak saya si Polan
itu memang liar sedikit, maklumlah dia anak bungsu. Jadi abang-abang dan kakak-kakak
dia sepakat memberi dia hadiah bermacam-macam. Tetapi sejak cikgu panggil saya
dengan mak cik dulu, saya nampak budak ini berubah hala kebaikan. Itulah tujuan saya
ke mari ini, hendak beri terima kasih kepada cikgu". Saya kira inilah hadiah yang paling
bernilai bagi saya, yang tidak akan dapat dibeli dengan wang ringgit.
Episod Pelajar Super-aktif
Nama sebilangan pelajar super-aktif tingkatan lima yang sering terlajak laku pada masa-
masa yang lalu memang telah diberikan kepada saya. Butir-butir kesalahan sudah saya
ketahui. Selepas keluar keputusan periksa mereka semua akan meminta pengesahan
fotokopi slip keputusan . Biasanya Ustaz Muhammad Alwi yang menandatangani. Tahun
itu saya sendiri!
Saya tunggu pelajar super-aktif nombor wahid. Apabila dia sampai lau menghulurkan
fotokopi slip keputusannya barangkali lebih dua puluh salinan, saya tandatangan lima
enam salinan. Kemudian berhenti pura-pura baru teringat, saya tanya dia "Bukankah
kamu terlibat dalam peristiwa begini-begini pada tahun sekian-sekian?". "Bukankan
pegawai dari kementerian pelajaran datang menyoal kamu?". "Cuba ceritakan apa
sebenarnya yang berlaku". Dia terpaku, tergamam, lalu menceritakan keseluruhannya
kepada saya. Saya terus tandatangani slip keputusannya sebanyak yang dia minta. Saya
serahkan kembali kepadanya sambil berkata, "Saya doakan awak berjaya mendapat apa
yang awak hajatkan".
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Balik ke asrama dia ceritakan peristiwa ini kepada gengnya. Pada keesokan harinya satu
geng pelajat super-aktif datang ke pejabat saya. Mereka membuat pengakuan dan
meminta maaf atas keterlanjuran mereka. Mereka beritahu punca mereka jadi begitu.
Rupanya mereka ini merupakan pemain sukan handalan. Mereka dipandang oleh para
pelajar sebagai wira. Mereka merupakan ayam tambatan pelajar dan sekolah. Kerana itu
jika mereka melakukan apa-apa ketelanjuran semua pelajar melindungi mereka.
Sebelum mereka beredar dari pejabat, ketua mereka berkata, "Kalau cikgu ada apa-apa
projek yang perlukan tenaga sila panggil kami. Kami akan beri sokongan penuh demi
kebaikan sekolah. Saya terima mereka dengan baik.
Episod Dirasuk Hantu
Asrama puteri sekolah ini rupa-rupanya mengusik, berhantu. Pada satu malam beberapa
orang pelajar puteri demam dan ada yang mempunyai tanda-tanda macam dirasuk hantu.
Ketua pelajar puteri menemui saya menceritakan hal. Mula-mula saya buat bodoh dan
suruh hantar ke hospital. Mereka kelihatan mewek-mewek macam hendak menangis
sambil menceritakan keadaan yang agak luar biasa itu. Saya acah mereka. "Kamu ini
orang sains pun percaya hantu?". Bagaimanapun, akhirnya saya ikut mereka pergi ke
asrama. Sebelum saya bergerak saya berkata kepada mereka "Okay girl, you listen
carefully. Jika betul budak itu dirasuk syaitan, dia tidak akan berani menentang dua biji
mata saya".
Sampai di asrama saya dekati katil pelajar yang demam itu satu demi satu. Nampaknya
semua sekali demam biasa sahaja. Namun begitu dengan pertolongan Allah apa yang
saya katakan tadi sungguhlah berlaku. Apabila saya sampai di katil paling hujung dan
saya panggil nama pelajar yang terbaring di situ dia pun membuka mata. Demi bertentang
sahaja mata dia dengan dua biji mata saya lantas dia menjerit serta menghalau saya.
"Pergi! Pergi! Jangan mari sini". Saya menoleh ke arah ketua pelajar puteri sambil
menganggukkan kepala sebagai isyarat sahih budak yang seorang ini dirasuk syaitan.
Kami panggil bomoh untuk menawarnya. Akan tetapi anih, ketika bomoh itu tiba, syaitan
itu sudah keluar dari tubuhnya, Dalam tercengang-cengang itu kedengaran suara pelajar
lain mengilai. Oh! Rupanyan syaitan ini telah melompat ke dalam body orang lain.
Peristiwa malam itu dapat diselesaikan dengan baik tetapi keesokan harinya sejumlah
pelajar puteri tidak dapat datang ke kelas kerana masih terketar-ketar ketakutan.
Untuk menenangkan keadaan, maghrib petang esoknya saya solat di asrama puteri. Saya
beri sedikit syarahan tentang makhluk ghaib dan bagaimana mereka boleh merasuk
manusia. Saya beritahu bahawa orang yang paling berpotensu untuk kena rasuk ialah
yang lemah semangat terutama puteri-puteri yang mengidap sakit senggugut. Keesokan
harinya pejabat pengetua bertukar menjadi macam klinik. Berpuluh orang pelajar puteri
yang mengalami sakit senggugut datang minta kebenaran khas untuk keluar dari
pekarangan sekolah kerana berubat. Lepas daripada peristiwa itu semua pelajar puteri
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tidak lagi takut. "Lain jkali kalau ada lagi budak kena rasuk panggil tuan pengetua. Kalau
tak berani menentang mata dia sahih kena rasuk. Panggil bomoh. Selesai".
Episod Ibu Bapa Menyampaikan Hadiah Sukan
Sukan tahunan 1978 dilangsungkan ketika orang sedang demam pilihanraya. Jadi tiada
pembesat yang dapat datang untuk merasmikannya dan menyampaikan hadia kepada para
pemenang. Dalam termenung memikirkan hal ini tuhan telah mendatangkan suatu ilham
kepada saya, yaitu untuk menjemput para ibu bapa. Saya mahu semua kalangan mesti
diwakili, daripada yang memakai "bush jacket" hinggalah yang memakai serban atau
semutar. Demikian juga ibu-ibu yang yang setengahnya makan sirih. Peristiwa ini
menjadi buah mulut seluruh negeri.
Tanpa disangka rupa-rupanya hal ini telah memberi kesan yang positif di kalangan para
pelajar. Selepas acara berakhir tanpa disuruh-suruh para pelajar secara sukarela telah
merubuhkan semua khemah dan mengutip segala sampah sarap yang ada di padang
sehingga menjelang waktu maghrib padang sekolah ini kembali menghijau lagi bersih.
Episod Royat Sepatah Mari Selalu
Saya dan Ustaz Mohd Alwi telah memulakan suatu tradisi yaitu setiap malam Jumaat
semua pelajar mesti solat maghrib dan isyak di dewan. Kami berdua menjadi imam.
Kesan daripada tradisi ini ialah apabila berlaku sesuatu kejadian yang tidak diketahui
siapa pelakunya, lazimnya saya akan minta pelakunya itu tampil membuat pengakuan dan
saya beri tempoh sampai hari Khamis. Kalau sampai hari Khamis tiada yang mengaku
maka malam Jumaat itu kita baca surah yasin minta tuhan tunjukkan siapa pelakunya.
Selama saya berada di sini saya rasa semua yang bersalah telah datang membuat
pengakuan. Rupanya ini telah menyebabkan mandur kanan sekolah ini merasa bersalah
kerana gagal menangkap pelajar-pelajar yang terlajak. Pada satu hari dengan termengah-
mengah dia masuk ke pejabat saya. Dia beritahu saya bahawa para pekerja sekolah ini
sentiasa mengintai pelajar-pelajar yang buat salah tetapi tidak pernah kedapatan. Lalu dia
bertanya saya, "Ilmu apa yang cikgu pakai ini, royat sepatah mari selalu".
Episod Selamat Tinggal Bungaku
Kenangan saya yang paling manis ialah pada hari terakhir saya di sini. Sesudah
mengucapkan selamat tinggal dalam perhimpunan di dewan tiba-tiba Sabariah, ketua
pelajar puteri meluru naik ke pentas. "Kami pelajar-pelajar puteri meminta tuan pengetua
mainkan lagu Selamat Tinggal Bungaku dengan piano sebelum bertolak meninggalkan
kami semua". Saya penuhi permintaan itu. Saya mainkan lagu Selamat Tinggal Bungaku
dengan piano. Dalam asyik memainkan lagu itu kedengaran di telinga saya isak-isakan
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para puteri. Saya percaya isakan itu memang isakan sungguh bukan sandiwara,
sebaliknya tanda sayang yang sebenar-benarnya kepada saya. Selepas peristiwa pelajar
dirasuk syaitan dulu saya lihat semakin jelas pelajar-pelajar puteri memandang saya
macam ayah mereka sendiri, bahkan mungkin ada yang lebih.
Pesan
Kepada putera puteri, Engkau adalah bunga bangsa harapan nusa. Hari ini sebenarnya
bukanlah titik penghabisan babak hidup yang sedang dilalui. Sebaliknya adalah titik
permulaan suatu babak hidup yang baru, yaitu babak yang lebih panjang lagi berliku-liku.
Aku telah tayangkan liku-liku perjalanan hidupku. Maka kalau engkau yang berada di
dewan hari ini ingin mengambil iktibar dari cebisan-cebisan episod riwayat hidupku di
atas ini jangan sekali-kali engkau lupa akan perkara-perkara berikut:
Pertama, bahasa merupakan alat yang terpenting untuk memperolehi sesuatu maklumat
dan menyebarkan maklumat. Bahasa adalah alat mengatur buah fikiran. Buktinya Allah
mengajar Adam alaihissalam nama segala benda. Oleh itu penguasaan satu-satu bahasa
adalah penting dan menjadi anak kunci kejayaan dalam pembelajaran.
Sehubungan dengan itu belajar satu-satu bahasa itu tidak akan berkesan melainkan mesti
digunakan sebanyak mungkin. Saya berasa agak terkilan waktu di sini dahulu kerana
ramai pelajar sekolah ini tidak mahu bercakap bahasa Melayu baku. Bahasa Inggeris
sementelahan pula. Akibatnya mereka dapat mencapai A dalam mata-mata pelajaran
Sains tetapi Bahasa Melayu hanya P6 dan Bahasa Inggeris P8. Ini menyempitkan peluang
untuk ke tahap yang lebih tinggi disebabkan kelemahan bahasa. Ekoran daripada hal ini
saya mulakan satu langkah yaitu saya tetapkan satu hari dalam seminggu semua
komunikasi dalam pekarangan sekolah hendaklah dilakukan dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Saya
juga pernah menyeru ibu bapa supaya jangan menggiat anak-anak mereka jika dia
bercakap dengan Bahasa Melayu baku atau Bahasa Inggeris. Saya tekankan ini kerana
pada pengamatan saya orang Kelantan ini mempunyai perasaan yang kuat untuk
mempertahankan budayanya termasuk dialeknya. Kalau dia dengar orang tempatan
bercakap bahasa baku kadang-kadang dia komen, "Heh! Hagah teh! Kecek luar".
Memang ini tidak salah. Cuma ini boleh menghalang anak-anak daripada mempelajari
bahasa yang lain.
Rahsia kejayaan saya, lepas sekolah atap dapat menguasai bahasa Inggeris walhal tidak
pernah belajar dalam sekolah orang putih adalah terletak pada keberanian saya
menggunakan bahasa itu di mana sahaja ada peluang. Saya seru ambillah ini sebagai
iktibar.
Jika ditakdirkan pada masa hadapan yang terdekat ini anda dapat melanjutkan pelajaran
di luar negara, elakkanlah duduk di perkampungan siswa Melayu kerana ini
memungkinkan anda bercakap Melayu lebih daripada Bahasa yang anda perlu tingkatkan
penguasaannya untuk belajar. Siswa kita di Universiti Al-Azhar mengalami kelemahan
dalam Bahasa Arab kerana mereka duduk di perkampungan Malaysia.
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Kedua, saya tidak menunggu saat akhir untuk mempastikan kefahaman yang betul
tentang tajuk-tajuk pelajaran yang baharu dan untuk mengulangkaji pelajaran. Rugi jika
kita tidak memanfaatkan masa luang seawal mungkin. Benar firman tuhan "Demi masa,
sesungguhnya manusia itu di dalam kerugian".
Ketiga, apabila kita mendengar syarahan atau kuliah pensyarah tentu kita beroleh
mafhum. Tetapi adalah mafhum yang kita dapat itu tepat, dan lengkap? Belum tentu.
Bagaimana untuk mempastikan supaya yang kita perolehi itu tidak terpesong dan tidak
berkurangan? Jika ditakdirkan fahaman kita itu terpesong atau tidak lengkap bagaimana
untuk mendapatkan yang tepat dan lengkap?
Amalan saya ialah apabila ada orang bertanya atau guru menyoal tentang apa sahaja
butiran pelajaran, saya akan mendahului orang lain untuk cuba memberikan jawapan.
Mrngapa? Kalau betul, guru akan mengsahihkannya, kalau salah guru akan menunjukkan
yang betul. Janganlah yakin sangat, janganlah syok sendiri bahawa fahaman atau
tanggapan kita itu betul. Takut tanggapan kita itu salah dan memberi akibat buruk dalam
peperiksaan.
Inilah pesan saya selaku bapa dan guru yan ingin melihat anak-anak dan murid-muridnya
berjaya mengangkatkan darjat bangsa dan negara tanpa mencemarkan dan menghakis
nilai-nilai murni yang telah sama-sama kita warisi sejak ribuan tahun yang lalu.
Oh, ya. Teringat pula saya, masa sekolah dulu saya diberitahu nama tempat ini ialah
Pengkalan Chempa? Yaitu pengkalan tempat para pelaut bangsa Champa dari Kemboja
berlabuh dan mendarat. Macam mana bunyi "mim"nya boleh hilang hingga tinggal
Pengkalan Chepa? Serupakah dengan kehilangan bunyi "mim" pada perkataan "jupa,
napak, capak'"? Kehilangan bunyi "da" pada nama pak cik "ud", itu macam mana pula?
Serupakah nama dia dengan nama Ustaz Daud? Saya hendak tanya bersahaja-sahaja.
Janganlah marah, nanti lekas tua.
Hadirin-hadirat yang saya muliakan, Hari ini saya sudah sampai di penghujung senja.
Usia sudah pun melebihi usia Rasulullah ketika wafatnya baginda. Saya sekarang hidup
dalam usia bonus. Bila-bila masa sahaja tuhan boleh menjemput saya kembali
mengadapnya. Maka pada kesempatan ini saya ingin memohon ampun dan maaf kepada
tiap-tiap orang yang ada di sini atas apa jua tutur kata dan tiap-tiap tingkah laku yang
kurang menyenangkan tuan-tuan dan puan-puan. Mohon sampaikan salam hormat dan
ampun maaf saya kepada warga negeri ini yang pernah mengenali saya intimewa para
petugas yang pernah bekerja di sekolah ini yang mungkin tidak dapat saya temui sehari
dua ini.
Kepada Tuan pengetua dan kakitangan sekolah yang bersusah payah mencari kami untuk
diberi anugerah hari ini saya mewakili mereka merakamkan ucapan setinggi-tinggi
penghargaan.
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Anak Haruan
lima-lima
Mati ditimpa ppunggur berdaun
Budi tuan kami terima
Tak kan ku lupa ribuan tahun
Buatlah baik ayuhai rakan

Ke dalam laut kamu campakkan
Biarpun tidak dikenal ikan
Tuhanmu tahu iakah bukan
Kepada putera puteri bunga bangsa harapan nusa, ingatlah:
Kecil akan besar

muda akan tua
Hidup akan mati
Bilatah lagi??
Awan beralih bulan cemerlang
Cahayanya jelah bukan buatan
Menjadi terang di hutan duri
Bila beroleh nasib yang malang
Bukan salah takdir suratan
Hanya kurang ikhtiar sendiri
Kepada para ibubapa:
Jika anak tidak dilatih

apabila besar bapanya letih
Jangan biarkan kecil-kecil anak
sudah besar jadi onak
Hadirin hadirat Rahimakumullah,

Memberi sedekah kepada peminta - tidak menjadikan englau papa
Memberi maaf begitu juga - tidak menjadikan engkau hina
Demikian nabi empunya sabda - buat ingatan umat semesta
Jangan hendaknya kita alpa - takut neraka nanti padahnya
Oleh itu wahai saudara - ampun maaf segera ku pinta
Terlanjur lidah lancang bahasa - tersilap langkah telanjur kata
Apabila sampai khabar berita - aku dijemput mengadap yang Esa
Susah payah tidak ku pinta - berlebih ringgit zakatkan sahaja
Sebagai tanda kawan setia - di alam akhirat bahkan dunia
Serangkai fatihan sudah memada - ubat kesunyian sebatang kara
Wabillahi taufik walhidayah, wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..
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Cikgu Hasan Baseri Budiman
It's just that I'd like to put a record here, and also put up what cikgu has written recently
in the e-group of my juniors (SPM 1980):
SUARA HATI SEORANG GURU
Terima kasih SABARIAh mohd Zain kerana mengizinkan saya membuka blog SMSkel
As I Remember. Semalaman saya tidak dapat tidur kerana terlampau banyak kenangan
lama yang datang menusuk ke sanubari saya. Saya tidak pasti apakah Sabariah masih
mengingati saya? (saya memang tidak pernah mengajar kelas Alpha) Saya masih boleh
membayangkan wajah sabariah dulu serta murid-murid lain yang Sabariah paparkan
dalam gambar yang ditunjukkan. Dan rasa Cikgu Bahar lebih bertuah daripada saya
kerana dapat juga dia bertemu dengan anak-anak murid yang masih mengenalinya. Saya
pun sebenarnya selalu memasang harapan untuk bertemu dengan semua bekas pelajar
SMSkel yang saya pernah ajar. Tetapi sampai saat ini saya masih belum berpeluang
melakukannya (Saya sudah menemui Halim Harun di Kuantan Oktober lalu). Insya-Allah
moga cita-saya akan termakhbul jua. Apapun Saya cukup terharu kerana dapat melihat
kembali wajah-wah Pak Widodo, Cikgu Sharif, Cikgu Bakar, Cikgu Anuar dan wajah
Cikgu Bahar sendiri yang satu bertemu kali terakhir dengan di USM pada tahun 2001
melalui gambar-gambar yang dipaparkan oleh Sabariah dalam blognya itu. Saya melihat
gambar di koop sekolah, Sabariah dan Shukri (saya pasti pemain back tengah pasukan
bola sepak sekolah yang latih dahulu) serta gambar Zul (mungkin Zulkifli Mohd Noor)
yang saya sudah dua kali bercakap dengannya di telefon tetapi tidak pernah sekali pun
bertemu dengannya selepas 30 tahu saya meninggalkan SMSkel dahulu. Saya tidak tahu
apakah saya akan terus berpeluang untuk melihat gambar-gambar lama (kenangan di
SMSkel)yang hampir semuanya sudah hilang daripada simpanan saya. Saya pasti ada di
antara anda yang mungkin memilikinya. Kalau tidak keberatan paparkanlah di e-mail ini.
setidak-tidaknya kalau tidak dapat melihat wajah-wajah terkini anda (sebahagian besar
gambar yang Sabariah paparkan dalam Then and Now memang tidak mampu saya
mengcamnya kalau saja berjumpa mereka)dapat juga saya mengimbau kenangan lalu.
Gambar Shah Reza memang selalu saya tengok dalam surat khabar. Semoga anda semua
gembira bersama keluarga dan berbahagia selamanya-
Salam sayang daripada saya:(cikgu Hasan Baseri Budiman)
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The School Staff Photo, 1978 - for cikgu Hasan Baseri
Extract from SEMASA 1978 (click on the image for better resolution)
Today, after a bit of searching, I've finally managed to get Cikgu Hasan Baseri's contact
number.
I called him this evening, but it went unanswered. Later I sms-ed him to introduce
myself. Minutes after that I received a call from him!
Cikgu said he has lost many photographs and also the school magazines (titled
SEMASA). Since I have SEMASA 1978 handy, I've decided to get the staff pic of 1978
scanned :-)
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Mr Lee Soon Ching
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Mr. Lee Soon Ching was a Chemistry teacher. Apart from that he was also the
coach/advisor to the school basketball team. Personally, I have to say that Mr. Lee Soon
Ching was one of the teachers who played an important role in my career path.
He was our Chemistry teacher for form 4 and form 5. We started learning Chemistry as a
subject (instead of part of Integrated Science when we were in form 1 - form 3), he really
developed my interest for Chemistry. He was indeed a great Chemistry teacher. The
covalent bonds, the ionic bonds, and the electron layers that he described with their
orbital involved, really got me into Chemistry that when I went to Australia, I decided to
take up a degree in Chemistry. Even though I eventually got a degree in Applied
Mathematics, my passion for Chemistry did not fade. I went on to do my 3rd yr
Chemistry (Physical and Inorganic Chemistry, that is) together with Applied
Mathematics until I got my BSc (general degree). It was only for the honors year that I
had to be more realistic (I always did better in Math than in Chemistry, no matter how
hard I studied for Chemistry) and pursued my honors year in Applied Mathematics
instead of P&I Chemistry, even though I was offered to do my honors by both
departments.
Now, back to Mr. Lee.... I remember how I impressed him when for his first test (form 4)
I scored the highest mark of 96% (I got one mistake out of 25 MCQ). From then
onwards, I was his favorite student, all the way to form 5, but not for too long....
Form 5 was not my good year. I was faced with so many personal problems that my
academic performance started to decline. Chemistry was no exception .I remember I paid
less attention in class, and more often than not, I was caught dozing off in class (I
couldn't explain myself... I thought I had enough sleep, but somehow I just couldn't focus
in class, sigh...). Then one day, Mr. Lee caught me sleeping in class again. He was so
angry with me that he threw the chalk towards me and hit my glasses. Everybody in the
class went silent!!! Mr. Lee actually did that to his favorite student that was what many
thought then... I was so embarrassed! (But then again, if I was him, I might have done the
same thing!). Since that day, I was no longer the model/favorite student (I don't blame
him...). I would try my best to stay away from him.... I don't think I did that badly in the
subject, but I was never the smart student anymore.
In January 1986, I started teaching in Penang but in April when my husband was posted
to Ipoh, I managed to get posted Sek Men Teknik, Persiaran Brash, Ipoh. Soon I found
out that Mr. Lee was teaching in the neighboring Sek Tunku Abdul Rahman (STAR). For
the 1987 Chinese New Year I sent Mr. Lee a CNY card. One day, right after school, I
saw Mr. Lee in my school!! He came to meet the ex-student who sent him the greeting
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card!! I was so happy to be able to meet him again, and I was pretty sure he felt the same
way.
I sent him a few more CNY cards, until I was too busy to send any greeting cards...
Sadly, now we are no longer in touch. Once I googgled his name and found out he was
still teaching in Perak. I tried to google him again today, but I only managed to get links
to information on the books that were written by him (or someone else of exactly the
same name).
If anyone who's reading this blog knows his where about, please let me know. I would
love to be in touch again with my greatest Chemistry teacher!
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Cikgu Anuar
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Mr Anuar was our Moderm Mathematics teacher from form 1 until form 3. He's tall, fair
and fairly handsome :-) Like many teachers, I don't remember much about him, except
that he hailed from Penang (or Georgetown). There was time when he was a warden but
my fading memory can't really recall the exact period. As a Math teacher, he was very
dedicated to his teaching. I enjoyed his Math classes very much (maybe partly because
Math was never a troublesome subject to me).
There actually IS one thing (or should I rather call it a skill) that I "inherited" from him,
and that is on how to construct a magic square!! It was one of those days when he didn't
have to teach us (maybe it was after the exam, or maybe after he had finished the syllabus
with us). He taught us the rule on creating a magic square whose size is odd (e.g. 3X3,
5X5, 7X7, etc...). The magic squares have the sum of any row, column or diagonal the
same (for any particular magic square). I enjoyed the lesson very much, and
I still remember the rules until now. I remember how I got so excited about it that I even
went to construct those of 13X13. In those days there were no calculators, so adding up
the numbers for each row and column was quite a task.
That particular skill remains with me until now. For the past 20+ years of teaching, I
would try to find the time to pass the skill/knowledge down to my students.
I am very sure that Mr. Anuar had paved the way for me to handle Math with confidence,
and eventually like the subject enough to have my degree in it!
At the end of our form 3 (1977) we were informed that Mr. Anuar managed to get a
transfer back to Penang. He was then posted to Sek Men Sains T Syed Shahabuddin, Bkt
Mertajam.
So Mr. Anuar started the new 1978 year as a teacher in his home state. At that time my
school was well-known among the boarding schools for the Malay debate (having entered
at least the semi-final in 1975 and 1977, and final in 1976 in the Prime Minister Trophy -
all cases we were beaten by Kolej Islam Klang).
His school had elected Mr. Anuar (a Math teacher!) to be one of the advisors of their
Malay debating team!!! The top management figured out that coming from our school,
Mr. Anuar should know how our team prepared and practice for the tournament.
The Tournament was then known as Bahas Piala Perdana Menteri (or simply PPM). In
1978, for the first time, our school was chosen to be the host (only the final was telecast
life from Angkasapuri). Mr. Anuar came back to Pengkalan Chepas with his "new' team
representing SMS TSShahabuddin (or simply SMSPPinang, then). I was in-charged of
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the accommodation of the female participants, while at the same time being a reserved
(back up, Team B) debater. I think I will elaborate on the PPM some other time.
As for Mr. Anuar, he introduced me to one of his debaters, Rubiah Ab Rahman(Ruby).

Since both of us were debaters and both of us were in form 4, it was not difficult for us to
get along well, especially when in that year we never saw SMSTPP as an arch-rival.. At
the end of the year, when we went to Angkasapuri for the debate final, I met up Ruby and
Mr. Anuar again. Ruby became my closest pen pal until I finished my MCE.
There was one problem with Ruby - her hand writing, though very neat, looks like a boy's
handwriting. The warden always thought that she was a boy, and many of my letters from
her got censored , and I still believe (until now!!) that some of her letters didn't get to me
:-( Ruby, being her, she would normally write very long letters, about the happenings in
her school, some of them were about her classmates (boys and girls, of course!). Anyway,
a few years ago I managed to trace Ruby down, and have her HP no. However, we've yet
to meet up! :-
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Ku Abdul Lim
Standing fr left: Nik Ahmad Eid, Baha, Salahuddin, Mahisham, Saiful, Azizi, Mazlin, Zuhdi, Halim, Shukri,
Cikgu Ku Abdullim
Sitting from left: Khudzir, Aihah, Noorzaini, Nury, me, Fauziah, Sharifah aloyah, Norita, Hood
Front row fro left: Rozi, Hilme, Hasamudin, Rusdi, Iqbal, Halmi, Roslan, Razak and Zainal
Ku Abdul Lim- was our class teacher until he got a place to further his studies in USM.
He was very nice and treated us like his own kids. We were sad when he had to leave but
we were happy to know that he was going to increase his knowledge and qualification.
We took a class picture just before he left.
I couldn't remember who replaced Cikgu Ku, but a friend thinks that it was Cikgu Mat
Shaari, who was the Industrial Art teacher and if I am not mistaken, a warden too.
Mr Lye Kim Yong
Mr. Lye Kim Yong was our class teacher in 1976. He was into photography and it was
him who shot the few photos that I put up here and here. There are a few others, but I
have yet to locate them and scan them for this article.
My Lye was the headmaster of a primary school in Melaka when he retired last year.
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Cikgu Hamdi
Our class teacher then was the young and energetic Cikgu Hamdi. At that time he was
still a single but engaged bachelor. When we were in form 5 (I think, or was it in form 4),
my class, together with the PBSM organized a camping trip to Pantai Bisikan Bayu, in
Semerak, Pasir Putih. Cikgu Hamdi was our accompanying teacher (the regulation then
was that a male and a female teacher were required to accompany students in any trip or
outing). I can't remember the female teacher/teachers who came with us. Maybe she or
they were not so close to us .We had campfire at night, and also played a lot of games
(beach volleyball too!!). Cikgu was so sporting, and joined in most of the activities.
On Teacher's Day, the class played a prank on Cikgu. That year, for the first time, the
school gave a slot during the special assembly for each class to send a rep each up the
stage to present their gifts to their class teachers and club's/society's teachers. While most
classes sent their monitors to present the gifts, our class actually sent a convoy of THREE
students up the stage!! one carried a small gift of pen (I think it was a Sheaffer or
Papermate ball pen - the real gift), another carried a plaque with "Selamat Hari Guru"
wish and the third carried a very big box -the biggest among the three!. So most students
and teachers thought that Cikgu Hamdi was so lucky to receive SO MANY gifts from his
class. What Cikgu found out later was that the big box was filled with pieces of papers
scribbled with personal messages from each of the students in the class, and nothing
else!!!
Soon after the assembly, cikgu (who was the Coop teacher) took us to Koop and he gave
us a treat of the "Zoo Cup" ice-creams!!! Well... I think it cost him 40sen each then (for
27 of us!!), but the fact that remains is that all of us still remember that special ice-
cream!!! Very valuable ice-creams indeed!!
Cikgu Hamdi is now the principal of SMSultan Abdul Samad, Pulai Condong. If you are
interested to get in touch with me, e-mail me for his telephone number.
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Cikgu Ahmad Ibrahim
Cikgu Ahmad Ibrahim was our final class teacher. A cool guy who taught Bahasa
Malaysia, he was also a father figure to us.
Cikgu has now retired. His daughter Mieza lives in Section 13 Shah Alam. At the end of
2005 (or was it 2004?), I met him at her place with another friend. I think the telephone
number that I hold still belongs to him.
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Cikgu Faridah
Cikgu Faridah was the only teacher in the school who has spent ALL her career
life in the school (from 1974 all the way to 2004 when she finally retired!). Any student
who studied at any time during this period would remember this petit dame. She declined
any promotion that requires her to be transferred to a different school. She has even
taught some students whose parents she taught in the 70s! I was lucky to have been
taught by her in 1978 (while I was in form 4). What I remember most about her was that
she handled the Biasiswa Kecil Petronas (4 of us from the class of 79 received it). When I
was in Form 5 (1079) she no longer taught us. So, whenever she called us, I would know
that it was time to get some pocket money from Petronas :-)
In 1979, Cikgu was given the task to look for students to represent the school in
the Kuiz Geografi, organized by the Geography Club, Universiti Malaysia. In those days
most of us were not competitive, so nobody was interested to offer himself/herself to
compete. I think Cikgu must have been quite desperate, that she called Mazlin (Prof,
UKM), Hassamudin (Senior Researcher MPOB) and me to represent the school. ALL
three of us declined, citing our inferiority, saying that we were not that good (actually we
were not sure if we could do well, since the quiz was opened to students up to Form 6,
where as we were only in Form 5). Our Sixth formers then were all science students and
they did not do any Geography anymore, so the school had to get competitors among the
fifth formers (i.e. us).
Cikgu, with the sweet smile and soft voice said to us "kalau awak tak mau masuk, saya
tak bagi duit biasiswa......" (If you do not agree to enter, I will not give you your
scholarship), while holding the money!! Well, even in those days, money rules!! So,
desperately wanting to get hold of the money, we reluctantly agreed.
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It turned out that for the state level competition, we came out champion, beating the sixth
formers from other well known schools in Kota Bharu!! Hence, we were chosen to
represent the state for the national level!! We couldn't believe it ourselves.
In that year, the school policy was that if any of the students wins some
competition at the state or district level, the school itself would gift its reward. The
reward for winning the quiz was RM10 (to be used to buy useful items). I used my
'reward money' to but the novel that was hot that year, "saga", which had won the annual
literature award. When we went to collect the reward money, cikgu managed to say to us
"kan.... boleh pun....." (See... you could do it!).
The national level quiz was done during the 2nd term holidays, in Univ Malaya. It's so
happened that it was on the same day as the Final round of Malay Debate for the Prime
Minister's Trophy. We didn't win the quiz (there were teams from other boarding schools;
if my memory is right, there were RMC, SMSPP, and MCKK, I think...).
For the debate final, though we have already lost to STF in the semi-final in SDAR, we
attended the final never the less. Mazlin went up the stage to receive the (supposedly)
certificates of participation but until TODAY I have yet to receive it!! I think it never
reached our school! :-
Back to Cikgu, when she was about to retire in 2004, the alumni association,
SEMESTA, managed to collect enough money to present to her some parting gifts in the
form of gold chain and bracelet. It was really nothing compared to what she has
given/taught. Unfortunately, when the alumni had the "Kembali ke Sekolah" (Back to
School) event I was not able to attend - I was in Tokyo for a 7-week training on e-
learning! It was during that event that the token was presented to her. Her x-students
recited poems dedicated to her!Anyway cikgu, thank you very much for your lessons and
guidance!
Gurindam Kembali Berbakti

(Dibaca dalam loghat Kelantan oleh AHA sempena Majlis Persaraan Cikgu Faridah di
Sekolah)
Lamo benar doh tinggal sekoloh

Cikgu lama, ada lagi ko pecen doh?
Sekoloh pon banyok doh beruboh
Jange ko rupo, nama pon tok sama doh
Lamo benar doh tinggal sekolah

Pecek kakulator, kaba-kaba 25 tahon doh
Hok senior, gak sama teloh
Setengoh tu, nak buleh cucu doh

Kalu sapai tok ingat tu, meme do`oh
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Muga besar dulu , make nasi kawoh
Berebut lauk ayam, buleh jadi baloh

Saing-saing ramai, tak tahu mana doh
Hok ada dekat, jupo acap kakloh
Kalu tidak perut dia besar, dahi dia suloh

Jupo junior pun tak kenal pah sudoh
Dok kerjo sian male tu lah pekdoh
Tak dok pitih anak beranok susoh
Lama benar doh tinggal sekoloh

Banyak karo hok jadi sejaroh
Kalu buleh dok minum kopi, comel kakloh
Pakat buko cerito lamo, tok soh nak kekoh

Mari kita gi, pakat sedekoh
Ada pitih wi pitih,ada kederat wi kederat, baru ada pekdoh
Jange tok ikhlas sudoh
Ahmad Hilmy
Class of 78
AKU
WS Rendra, Pramoedya Ananta Toer
Kalau sampai waktuku

'Ku mau tak seorang kan merayu
Tidak juga kau
Tak perlu sedu sedan itu
Aku ini binatang jalang
Dari kumpulannya terbuang
Biar peluru menembus kulitku
Aku tetap meradang menerjang
Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari
Berlari
Hingga hilang pedih peri
Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli
Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi
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Antara Cikgu Dan Kita
Oleh
musafirkelana
Memang kita masing2 menyimpan kenangan2 indah dan yang tak berapa indah mengenai
semua guru2 yang kita temui semasa ngaji di sekolah saing dulu ….Ambo nak imbas
kembali kenangan ambo kepada Cikgu Mahadzir Hashim Pengetua pertama sekolah
saing. Banyak cerita ambo mengenainya; kalu nak bbaghi gak 10 hari 10 malam tak habis
lagi. Cuma ambo nak cerita sesuatu yang agak pelik berlaku pada satu malam:
"Zaman ambo, sebelum pengawas dilantik secara rasmi semasa Assembly, satu sesi
bersama HM akan diadakan. Malam itu ambo, pengawas2 baru dan lama yang lain
berkumpul dalam Perpustakaan untuk sesi bersama HM.
Ambo adalah salah seorang pengawas baru yang akan dilantik keesokan harinya. Ketua
Pengawas (masa tu Zawawi Mohamed) memperkenalkan semua pengawas baru kepada
HM. Bila sampai kepada nama ambo, HM suruh Zawawi berhenti. Cikgu Mahadzir
merenung tajam kepada ambo untuk beberap detik; ambo tidak dapat melawan panahan
matanya --sapo yang pernah bertentang mata dengan Cikgu Mahadzirr akan paham
maksud dan situasi yang ambo hadapi ketika itu. Mata orang lain juga tertumpu kepada
ambo. Jantung ambo berdegup kencang .... ambo tunduk ...... mata ambo hanya merenung
meja di depan ....ambo seolah2 mahu berpeluh dan ......................... Suasana malam
menjadi senyap dan sepi seketika ..... Tiba2 suara Cikgu Mahadzir berbunyi, "we both
shared a secret." ........ Mujurlah sebuah kerusi sudah kemas menanggung punggung
ambo ...... kalau tidak ambo boleh jatuh belebok ke lantai ...... selepas tamat sesi bersama
HM itu, semua pengawas lelaki menyerbu kepada ambo dan bertanya, "ggapo secret mu
dengan Mahadzir???" .... sampai ke last ambo tidak menceritakan fakta sebenar ..ambo
hanya menjawab, "dia nak suruh aku jadi menantu dia!!!!" (dia ada anak
perempuan yang baru berumur dua tahun. Sekarang anak itu menjadi salah seorang
kolumnis untuk akhbar TheStar --carilah yang binti Mahadzir tu anak dia lah) .......
Dalam emel pertama yang ambo hantar kepadanya pada tahun 1999, beliau mengaku
tidak ingat episod tersebut ...... tapi ambo TERSILAP LANGKAH..... dalam perbualan
dengan seorang ex-SMSKel ..ambo tercerita kisah ini tapi tidak menjelaskan apakah
"secret" yang dimaksudkan oleh Cikgu Mahadzir W/PUN DIA BERTANYA BERKALI2
...tanpa ambo duga, gu ini begitu mahu tahu sehingga mengambil inisiatif dengan
menelefon sendiri kepada Cikgu Mahadzir dan tanpa ambo duga jugak Cikgu Mahadzir
telah menceritakan kepada gu kita ini ...
Point hak ambo nak highlight ialah .... semua cikgu akan tersimpan dalam kenangan kita
dalam pelbagai warna dan citra .... begitu jugak kita ...setiap orang yang kita dekati dan
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kenali (subordinates, colleagues; friends) juga akan kenang kita dalam dimensi/wajah
yang mereka ciptakan sendiri ...Alangkah untungnya kita kalau yang dikenang orang itu
yang baik2 semuanya
....
Yang menyimpan 1001 kenangan ialah: MK
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Puan Nik Ismah Wan Adnan
Oleh
Ahmad Helmy Abdullah@AHA (Class of 1978)
Cikgu Puan Nik Ismah pernah buat private tutorial kat saya seorang aje secara exclusive
untuk Add Maths kerana saya pergi jumpa dia dan beritahu bahawa saya nak "drop"
subject tu dan ambil arts, instead. Dia punyalah 'bengang' dgn saya. Mungkin dia rasa
yang dia "not good enough" as a teacher. Saya terangkan bahawa saya tak confident nak
buat, sebab LEMAH sikit fasal calculation & figures. Saya cakap, kalau Modern Maths
boleh drop pun saya drop. Saya nak buat architecture, jadi subject macam Add Maths tu
tak berapa "diperlukan". Dia lagi BENGANG, Dia macam marah saya sebab guna
perkataan LEMAH. Panjang lebar dia lecture saya. Antara yg saya masih ingat, katanya
"Add Maths adalah salah satu subject yang boleh senang "score" sebab ianya 'straight
forward' ,you plus 1 and 1, you surely get 2!!!" Adusss, masalah saya, kalau keluar
soalan 1 + 1, kira OK lah... tapi saya jadi 'pening' bila tengok formular....isk isk. Setiap
point dia, saya sangkal dengan alasan saya. Saya macam dah nekad untuk lupakan Add
maths, sebab saya lebih yakin untuk score dalam Arts...
Akhirnya, ada jugak point yg saya tak boleh nak sangkal... Dia bersedia berikan kelas
tambahan di rumahnya setiap petang untuk beberapa minggu. Dia yakin saya akan tukar
fikiran.. Memang betul, setiap kali orang berarak ke kelas untuk prep petang, saya akan
menghayun langkah keluar pagar sekolah (lesen besar sokmo..) ke rumahnya
berhampiran dengan MPKB dan sekolah Datuk Hashim 2. Berpeluh jugalah... Namun,
selain dapat ilmu, saya juga dijamu dengan macm-macm, goreng pisang, karipap, kuih
muih atau setidak-tidak pun biskut dengan minuman panas atau sejuk... (tak malu
betul masa tu...) Setiap hari, cikgu akan tunjukkan berbagai cara memahami dan
menyelesaikan masalah. Entah mcm mana, sedikit demi sedikit, saya mulai berminat dan
punya lebih konfiden. Biarpun saya cuma score C3, saya rasa itu adalah pencapaian
peribadi kerana selama ini saya susah nak lepas passing marks...
Saya juga malu pada kawan rapat saya (Dr. Wan Azman Wan Adnan aka Mea Panje @
Dr. Waa @ Waadnan) kalau dia tahu saya ke rumah kakaknya setiap hari. Namun, saya
tetap berterima kasih pada keluarga mereka yang baik dan peramah.
Lepas tu, hingga sekarang, Cikgu Puan Nik Ismah Wan Adnan saya anggap antara cikgu
peberet saya... TERIMA KASIH CIKGU...
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The Teachers - Then and Now
Pak Jitno Widodo
circa 1975
May 2007
September 2008
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Tengku Abdul Aziz a.k.a. Kujit
1976
May 2007
Ustaz Alwi (Pen Kanan)
1976
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May 2007
Mr Sharif (Biology Teacher, now retired)
1978
May, 2007
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Courtesy of Ahmad Helmy Abdullah
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Classmates
The pioneer class of 1977
Form 1 Alpha 1975

By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Standing fr left: Nik Ahmad Eid, Baha, Salahuddin, Mahisham, Saiful, Azizi, Mazlin, Zuhdi, Halim, Shukri,
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Cikgu Ku Abdullim
Sitting from left: Khudzir, Aihah, Noorzaini, Nury, me, Fauziah, Sharifah aloyah, Norita, Hood
Front row fro left: Rozi, Hilme, Hasamudin, Rusdi, Iqbal, Halmi, Roslan, Razak and Zainal
This is our first class pix, taken here with our first class teacher, En Ku Abdul Lim.
If I'm not mistaken, the pix was taken just before he left us to further his studies in USM.
Back then I was the biggest in the class, sitting in the middle. Of course I can still name
all my classmates, but I thought I should just give the pleasure for my friends to guess
who's who :-)
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Form 2 Alpha 1976
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Fr left: W Hassamudin@ Kojak (Now a senior research officer, in MPOB), Aihah (yet to be traceable),
Shukri (Ain Medicare), me and Zuhdi (Now with Process-3). Mr Lye Kim Yong, one of our favourite
teachers, was then our class teacher, is now retired in Melaka. If I am not mistaken, at the back is the
sewing room, or maybe the cooking room.
I'll add in the class pix, once I've located it. The class pix looks quite funny, esp with
Shukri (now with Ain Medicare, P Chepa) & Mazlin (Prof Dr Mazlin Mokhtar, UKM)
trying hard to look tall!
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Some of My Classmates (Alpha 75-79) - Then and Now
By
Sabariah Md Zin (Batch 1975-1979)
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Name Then Now

Rusdi
Mahmood
Zuhdi
Nurainy
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Norita
Hasamudin
Baharudin
Sabariah
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Prefectorial Boards
The list of our Headboys(upper line) and Headgirls (bottom line). As collectively recalled
by fellow alumni in the forum.
1973
Abd Rahman Suhaimi
1974
Razali Deraman / Mohd Ezanee Adam
1975
Mohd Ezanee Adam
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Zawawi Mohamed
1977
Wan Azman Wan Ahmad
1978
Hishamuddin Harun
Rosilah Said
1979
Zainal Azim
Nik Rozana
1980
Hasnan Abdullah
Nik Rozana
1981
Muhd Affendi Abdul Rahman
Marma Hussin
1982
Mazlan Musa
Aneelim Yusof
1983
Nor Azmiral Shahrul
Azlina Aziz
1984
Zailan Mat Amin
Zanilawati
1985
Mohd Faris Arifin
Ani Harun
1986
Yusniman Lotfi
Rozita Hassan
1987
Burhanuddin Mohammad
Tg Nasmira
1988
Mohd Salihin Daud
Awanis Mohd
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1989
Md. Sakiman Berahim
Nuraziah Binti Yahya
1990
Rohaizat Hassan
Norhayati
1991
Norjorizwan
Wan Hasmawati
1992
Wan Mohd Khairul Iswar Wan Ibrahim
Noraswaliza Abdullah
1993
Mohd Najib Hassan
Norizan Abdullah
1994
Hashairi
Tengku Adrina Tengku Hamzah
1995
Mazuki Abdullah
Yanti Maslina Yusoff
1996
Ahmad Zulfazly
Farrah Dewi
1997
Asrul Shah Razali
Norhafidah Mustafa
1998
Khairul Iqaan
Hanasha
1999
Syafiq Akram
Norhafizah
2000
Faizul Raseli
Nur Izwani Mohd Shapri
2001
Ariff Fahmi Hj Zawawi
Siti Hajar
2002
Afif Afnan
Fatimah az-zahra
2003
Mohd Husairil Ibrahim
Siti Aisyah Ismail
2004
Mohd Fahdi Ghazal
Nur Diana bt Nawi
2005
Md. Shahrul Yusoff
Nornabila Muhammad
2006
Mohd Hakim Hamid
Tengku Atikah Tengku Abdullah
2007
Md. Faisal Alwi Wee
Nor Afikah Mustafa
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Prefects of 1975
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
In the 70s, there were 3 terms a year as compared to the present 2 semesters.
By the 2nd term of 1975, together with Hishamudin, Rashidee, Saruji, Rosilah, Rozana
and Zainal Azim, I was elected to be one of the junior prefects. Only Zainal and I were
from form 1, the other 5 were in form 2. Looking at the pix, I think I still remeber abt 70-
80% of them by names, but will list down later.SEMESTA Presiden is also there, sitting
3rd from left, and Arif is 4th from right.
Sitting next to Principal Mahadzir is Ezanee Adam (with glasses) who was the headboy
then. We didn't have any head girl that year :-( I don't dare to say that Ezanee Adam was
the first headboy, since I heard that when the pioneers were in form 1 in SMIP in 1973,
there was already a head boy then.
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Prefects of 1976
Headboy: Wan Zawawi
Prefects of 1977
(The only photo without the school principal):
Headboy: Wan Azman Wan Ahmad

Headgirl: Wan Rosnani
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Prefects of 1978
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Here's a pix of the prefects board in 1978. Gosh! I could only remember some of them.
Beyond AHA's batch, I hardly remember them :-(
And here's the pix of the girl prefects only (2 were not in it) , taken just next to the
staircase in Asrama Putri, facing the water pump.
Prefects of 1979
Headboy: Zainal Azim Ab Kadir

Headgirl: Nik Rozana
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Prefects of 1981

Headboy : Mohd Affendy Abd Rahman
Headgirl : Marma Husain
Prefects of 1982
Headboy : Mazlan Musa

Headgirl : Aneelim Yusof
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Faces & Places
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Kak Noor Dewan Makan (Dining Hall)
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
I don't remember many of the general staff of the school, and I bet I'm not the only one.
The most popular persons then must have been Pak Cik Hamid and Pak cik Soh (both
were the drivers then)!I can still remember Kak Faizah (The Dining Hall steward) and a
few others, only by face. Right now K Yah in the office is a regular voice to me as I do
call the school regularly on alumni's matter.
However, there was one person who stays special in my heart, and she's Kak Noor from
the dining Hall. As we were growing up, we also saw the love between her and another
kitchen help, Ang Man blossomed all the way to their marriage. Sadly we also witness an
unfortunate "break-up" between them :-( And since the break-up Kak Noor has remained
single to this day.. What was so special about Kak Noor was that at times she would go
out of her way just to help feed us more and better. She'd the one who'd keep extra food
for some "fussy" eaters, and whenever there was anyleftover, she was never reluctant to
just let us have them!! Unlike some abangs who favoured the girls and some kakaks who
favoured the boys, K Noor was quite fair to both sexes.
Apparently, like Cikgu Mat Nor, Kak Noor sometimes turns up at our annual Raya Puasa
gathering (on the 3rd Raya at 3pm in school). I caught her in 2003 (well.. I was unable to
attend any more since then). i saw her standing quietly at one corner, observing us
catching up with old friends. When I went to her and shouted "Kak Noor", her answer
was (in her usual tone) "Ingat ko mu tok ingat doh!" (I thought you can't recognise me!"...
How could I??? And here's that special pix of us on that day,- hopefully many of us can
recall her!
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Later in 2004 when I went to SK Zainab 3 to meet Mahisham, I met her again. She was
then attached there! I used to keep her handphone number, but with people changing their
HP no like changing diapers, I don't know if hers is still valid or not - and it's in my old
faulty phone :-(
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The Cheetah And The Gazelles
By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
In 1973, Cikgu Rashidi form a group of relay teams which he called Cheetah for the boys
and Gazelle for the girls. The Cheetahs were Ab. Rahman Suhaimi, Sazali, Raja Tarmizi
and oh god I can't remember the other one...minta maaf banyak-banyak. The gazelles
were Roselawati Kadir (QS JKR KL), Chua Seu Hong (where are you now?), Rohana
(the last time jumpa kat UK buat A-level) and was it Rozita? I need help to recall
them....dah lama kan, tapi adik-adik SMSK and Farisian punya pasal, abng/pakcik kamu
ni akan cuba cerita mana yang ingat. The team made a wave cos we beat a few
established team and gave impressive performance against a much older students in KB.
Then, the football team. I remember Cikgu Rashidi went round asking for those who had
represnted their state, district or school during their primary school.......He gathered them
one day and we got two teams. Our greatest achievement that year was beating MRSM
away. was the score 7-5? Anyway, it meant a lot cos our guys came home with swollen
feet.......they played bare footed against the sophisticated MRSM who was supplied with
boots. It was an emotional occasion yet again......that explains why every match against
MRSM after that was very highly charged ---- for the record, SMSK team was never
beaten by anybody until 1977. We supplied most of the Kelantan team players the likes
of Rosli Hussein(Pak Da), Tarmizi Kassim, Nazrin, Azam and others.
I think we need to pay tribute to Cikgu Rashidi for initiating and instilling the fighting
spirit from the very beginning to create a name for our school. He was a friend, going
from class to class telling his MCOBA tales during our preps. He taught us how to smoke
and lompat pagar without being caught....of course he caught them all......he was fierce
but fair. We ran around like a mouse whenever we heard his volvo PF... 's engine coming
into the school compound ...but we also waited eagerly for his presence in our class to
listen to his tales and wonderful stories about life in a boarding school. We love him......I
bumped into him in Pangkor a few years ago with his entire family going for a
vacation........had he not been around with in SMIP, I wouldn't know how the SMSK
storyline would be......
.....whenever I remember him, I remember the Cheetahs and the Gazelles gunning down
the tracks in 1973.
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Give Me Your Red Eyes
By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
Now that Aminuddin mentioned it, I have to share this story with all of you. I think you
juniors around the world should get to know us the 73 batch because we had loads of
tales to share. Nowadays, we just can't imagine how some of us can be what and who we
are today....ingat tak jadi orang dah!!! Yes, it was in 1975, our LCE (dulu SPR now
PMR) year. Ramadan as well. Most of us were busy and anxiously studying for our LCE.
We were to be the first batch to sit down for the exam and after almost two years with us,
the then principal, Mahadzir (his name means "Talk-Big" and he lives to his name -
handsome no-nonsense very much like our PM - kalau nampak nak berselisih semua
orang lari even the teacher and the gardener) had given up on our batch. He publicly
caned so many of us for doing all sorts of nonsense. Our famous Sulong (adik Dato' Dr.
Ramli Mohamad of PLUS) bothered him the most, I think. SMSK was pressured to do
well in the exam but Mahadzir had only people like us --- so rowdy and very loyal to
each other.
The exam tension was mounting what more with fasting and the hari raya
coming....homesick lah! Especially thinking of your siblings eating sumptuous akok and
what not while we had to make do with bubur hangit. Then, one of us contracted this
severe red eye syndrome (conjunctivitis). It spread like fire, one after another went to the
hospital and didn't return, wow...they got a week's MC. They celebrated like mad cos
they're going home.So, very soon everybody rushed for those guys' pillow and towel, rub
them in the eye..and..off you go...home for a week....akok, nonde, lompat tikam...name
it..ha..ha..ha...to hell with the exam. It was madness the way we jumped onto the infected
pillows and rub the eyes it..... and passed it around. Fantastic trick, within hours, you got
it! red eyes, the painful sensation when you rukuk in your prayer.......you feel like your
whole head is coming out through your eyes.........oooo..what a nice feeling...going home
for puasa.
The number diminished fast in all classrooms, it was a crisis. Mr. Mahadzir found out
about our tricks and he was so furious that he asked for a roll call in the school hall that
same night. Only a third of us left.....Exam is right after Raya...He tried to strike fear in us
by telling that nobody would go home anymore........I was so sad because I had just about
to feel that lump in my eyes. " Oh God, I'm not going to complete Ramadan here with my
eyes like this". Off to the hospital and with one look at me, the doctor signed a week's
MC. My eyes were throbbing. Told the warden...and guess what.. he asked me to go
home.......better still, my MC finished just before Raya....I had a good time. The pain
went off on the second day after taking a pill from Thailand (now banned). The exam
came, the first LCE result of SMS Kelantan were out........ 100 %. Mr Mahadzir cried!!!
Very proud of us!! And what about Sulong, the boy that bothered Mr. Mahadzir so
much? Did he get 7As or 8As. Of course, he did better in his MCE, went to Liverpool
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Univ and joined Schlumberger, that oil exploration company who pays unbelievable sum
to their engineers ----- but now he is the head or something like that of Schlumberger , I
am told, based in Paris. I met him almost 20 years ago in Bangsar when he told me that
he just wanted to get a porsche and quit...... Well, adik-adik, that was how the 100%
tradition was made for you to continue. Every time I read about our school getting 100%,
I'll quickly remember that particular moment in life when I joined the rest foolishly.
Whenever my kids contracted conjunctivitis, I'd tell them the story, and my wife, a
doctor, just cannot understand how stupid I was!
WARNING TO THOSE WHO ARE STILL IN THE SCHOOL: The above

dangerous action was performed by mostly professional people (sekarang lah!) and
therefore should not be re-enacted by any of you for any reason whatsoever. I should not
be held responsible for sharing this episode with you. However if you suspect that you
have contracted conjunctivitis, please go immediately to any doctor but preferably, not
from batch 73 ......because they know how to deal with you...
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Musalla, Asrama Puteri
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
In those days, the huge room next the the Warden's Roon on the first floor (i.e. right
above the Common/TV Room) was our musalla/bilik sembahyang.The picture above was
taken in either 1978 or 1979. It was after an usrah with the three ladies in the middle as
our guests.At that time creating murals on the school walls was a popular activity, so one
of the weekends we, the girls, decided to have one in our musalla, hence the kalimah on
the wall!To fellow friends: If you look well, you can see me, Mahizan, K Eddie and Aida
as the seniors among the juniors. I can still recall some of the names of the juniors too!
Note: Despite going back to school regularly for alumni's activities (for the past 4 years), I've NOT been
inside the Asrama Puteri since I left the place in Dec 1979! Maybe during the next visit (Majlis Qurban),
I'll do so :-)
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The School Co-op
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Zul, Shukri and I. Notice the price list on the wall. Hey, were they having drum-sticks?? It was my treat, I
think..
The school campus was first occupied in 1974. The pioneer students started the academic
session in 1973, temporarily stationed in another school in Kota Bharu. I entered the
school in January 1975. By then the school co-op had already existed. We didn't have a
school canteen until 1976 or 1977. So, until then, the co-op did their best to fill in the
gap. I remember, apart from selling stationeries, the co-op was popular among the
students to buy ice-creams and peanuts. In fact, the cheapest ice-cream then, which was
only 5sen each, was used as a substitute for the 5sen coin, if the coop didn't have the
small change. Drum stick was only 50sen each!! And it was among the most expensive
ones!! - the Sundae cup was the most expensive at 60sen each.
I was elected as a committeee member of the co-op only when I was in form 5. By then,
another popular service among the girls was the delivery of sanitary pads to the hostel for
purchases by them. The popular brand then was Sanita, and and they were packed in a
very distinguish shape box that even after you wrapped it, you could still tell that it was a
Sanita box. Having to buy them (even if we went outing in Kota Bharu) and carry them
back to the hostel was a very embarrassing task. With the Co-op committee members
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bringing them back in huge boxes, the girls were spared from that task. My only pix of
the co-op was when I gave my pet-brother, Zulkifli, a treat in 1978. My classmate, Shukri
was there too, together with the person who shot the pix, but I can't remember who! :-( .
The co-op occupied one of the storerooms in the workshop block, and we used desks as
our counters. I heard that the coop now is very big and successful. It also occupies a room
next to the school hall - more strategic and noticeable.
Sportsday 1975
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Sportsday 1976
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
The 1976 Sportsday was one of the grandest that we had, or rather the first grand one,
since i joined the school. Principal Mahadzir insisted that we prepared well for the day.
Weeks prior to the big day, we had to literally water the grass every morning - those who
had PE (Physical Education), would use the time to carry water in pails to the field from
the pipes near the main hall. I remember there was only one long hose for the task, so the
others had to bring pails for PE.
As for the march, we spent 2 weeks practicing it under the hot sun during the afternoon
prep i.e. from 3pm - 4pm!! And the results, you can see here how "uniform" we were in
our steps:
Rahman(Yellow) house doing the march. Note the barren track - not much grass.
The girl with the long plaits of hair is me :)
Still not much grass to cover the field - just imagine how it would be without our effort to water them
daily!!
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Sportsday 1978
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Here's the picture of the Champion House!! (or was it the runner up??):
Me being a non-sports person, was in blazer sitting on the right side. The yellow visors
that you can see some of us wearing were actually made of manila cards only!! We just
cut the pieces and stapled them together. Kak Eddie is the one sitting in the middle. I
think she was the Sportsgirl of the year... On the left most, you can see Cikgu Mat Nor (in
white) with the late Cikgu Yusoff standing next to him. Sadly, even in 1978 the school
field was still very "bald"...
Here's another photo further from the track, so the grass were thicker!
I know, I was always on the "plump" side when I was a studetn - still am :-(
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Speechday 1976
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
The 1976 Speechday was very special indeed - I think it was the first Speechday for the
school (I could be wrong, though). Anyway, on that day, the school gave out awards to
the first group of LCE/SRP and MCE/SPM best students.En Omar Hashim was the
distinguished guest of the day.I also received best in form award for Form 1 1975 (the
year before). (I'll post the pix later). In conjunction with it, we also had various
exhibitions held on that day. I remember being very busy preparing for the Homescience
exhibition - I had to sew a picture of a cat and flowers (which was later given to En Omar
Hashim as a souvenir from the students) and also crocheted a red shawl (as seen in the
pix below). Fauziah, my classmate made the whiteand red daisy shawl. We had the
exhibition in the Homescience sewing room.
It was also during this exhibition that I came across the "Pascal Triangle". I can't
remember who the exhibitors were but they really had a hard time trying to explain the
probability related to the triangle. They had nails to represent the triangle, and asked us to
drop marbles many times from the top, and where the marbles drop at is related to the
Pascal triangle, or something like that!!
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Speechdays (1976-79)
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
I just got back from my alma-mater for a similar function yesterday. Seeing the kids
going up the stage to receive their prizes reminded me of my time over 30 years ago!!
When I was in form 1 (1975), I don't think there was one. But I could be wrong, since
even if there was, I would not be invited anyway – the prizes were given for achievement
made a year earlier. Way back in the 1970s, prizes were given for best in subjects as well
as the positions in each form. Nowadays, the function is only to honour students who got
8As in PMR and those who did well in SPM - no longer with focus such as "Best in
Subjects". I don't blame the school. For intance, last year (2006), ALL the SPM
candidates got 1A each for Bahasa Malaysia!! That's a perfect score for all the BM
teachers!Let's look at some of my old pix:
1976
The VIP was En Omar Hashim, the then Director of the Examination Unit (Lembaga
Peperiksaan Malaysia), Ministry of Education. I was told that he was a good friend of our
principal, Mr Mahadzir Hashim.I have written a bit about this speechday earlier.I was
lucky to be among those who received some prizes on that day:
Note, Mazlin was behind me :-)

Oops! 1 hand only, Sabariah? Or the left hand was a bit late...
Now I am pretty sure it was our First Speechday, because we also had some exhibition
put up for our guests that day. I was also instructed by my Homescience teacher to
embroider a picture that she had chosen (my goodness, I have forgotten her name! Was it
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Cikgu Khatijah? or Cikgu Zainon?). Later, I was told that the framed pixture would be
the gift from the students, and I was given the honour to present it myself!! Here's the
pix:
I had to be in the Homescience Sewing Room for 2 full weeks to get the picture of a sitting up cat with
flowers ready. I remember having to unpick some of the stitches when they were not up to the standard!
The above very clear pix were taken by Johny Wong of Wong Photographer. At RM1.50
per piece, it was very very expensive, but now, the pix are priceless. Just look at the
quality! The other pix were not taken by him :-(
1977
This was the year when the school started a policy that only the Menteri Besar will be the
VIP. For 1977, it was Dato Muhamad Nasir, who came.
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1978
The Menteri Besar was then Dato Muhammad bin Yaacob:
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Again, Dato Muhammad bin Yaacob.
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The Bell Bottom Years
By
Lumut Perak
famili95@tm.net.my
The pioneers came to SMS during the hippies' era -- side burns (belum tumbuh misai tapi
cikgu ramai yg. pasang sideburn like Cikgu Abu Bakar, Cikgu Razak, Cikgu Syed Abd.
Hamid, Cikgu Tg. Aziz etc.), bell bottoms (wow! imagine groups of boys sweeping the
school ground with their bell bottoms.) Those years were also about being cool in faded
jeans. Wranglers, Levis and Lee. anything less were not cool! Unfaded? NOT COOL!
The boys used to buy a new Wranglers or Levis and beat them mad on the bathroom floor
after soaking with chlorox to fade it ---- COOL! Faded and torn-out jeas (especially at the
knees) were in demand. Nobody could beat Azlan Dato' Ariffin for that. Not much for
him being COOL but more so because the jean was handed down from his eldest brother
via many other brothers in his family. Remember him wearing that torn-out Crocodile
T'shirt with the Eric Clapton face on his chest? COOL!!. By the way he's a good Guitarist
and his music was considered advanced (at least for me -- cos I only began to love Eric
Clapton while at the Univ.).
Talking about music, the dorms were filled up with D Lloyds, Rod Stewarts, Bad
Company, Eagles, and many other great songs day and night. 1973 was the year
P.Ramlee passed away--- luckily we had Jazuli to sing all the songs by heart ---- day and
night!
Pantai Sabak Kelab Senilukis 1978
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The Fasting Months
By
Shah Alam ,Selangor
Oh, my memory is failing, and failing rather fast :( Every time Ramadhan comes, I will
remember Ramadhan in school, but each time, what I remember becomes less and less.
So, I'd better do a blog on it before it gets worse. Let's see what I can remember so far:
For the first few years, berbuka was as boring as you can imagine. The kuih was most of
the time unpalatable - too hard, too bland, you name it. The dining hall workers would
put our kuih in the tray, most of time, mixed with spilt gravy from the main dish :(
They also gave us 2 or 3 pieces of dates (kurma), but most of the time, the students would
just ignore them. Who would want to eat dates laced with curry gravy? A few years later,
the school decided to stop giving the kuih (which was supplied by outside contractors)
and instead gave the money to the students :-) If I am not mistaken, it was 40 or 45sen per
day (45 sen for the kuih). What I did was to use the money to buy Raya cards and stamps
for postage! :) When the school started giving the money instead, we were also given the
"luxury" of sending a representative from each dormitory to go to (Kota Bharu) town to
buy kuih! The students took turn for this special outing. The school bus would ferry these
student to and fro. We took the opportunity to buy other food too. Most popular on the
list were akok, solok lada, all sorts of drinks, curry puffs, and cream puff (Kota Bharu
version, of course). In 1977 I was in form 3, and the LCE/SRP (now they call it PMR,
though the stnadard may not be the same) was due right after Raya.
(interestingly, now, 30 years on, PMR is also right after raya ;) )
We were in the midst of the "Disappearing Quran pieces" crisis. I'll try to write about this
in a different blog. As it is, I remember I was too scared and too lazy to go down for the
early meal (bersahur). Most other girl prefects had simply stopped going for bersahur.
Kak Ros (the headgirl then) was the one who always pujuk me to go down with her.
There must be somebody to recite the doa (before the meals) for the girls so most of the
time it was the two of us who would obligingly go down for bersahur.
We were lucky that our sahur times were never before midnight, unlike some boarding
schools that had their bersahur as early as 11.30pm! Ours was more like 4am, and I
remember the dining hall workers had a hard time waking us up! LOL
They would use all sorts of techniques - rang the bell, blew the whistle, beat the huge
pots with sadles, shouting, you name it! Hahaha!
After berbuka, we would have our terawih in the Main hall. The girls, at the back, and
boys in front. Front here means the entrance of the school hall, and back means the side
with the main stage. I remember how we girls would rush to the hall to get the best spot
i.e. ON the stage! The fans work well, and somehow it felt good to be able to be on stage,
haha! After terawih, we had a brief prep session (we finished our prep at 10pm, and
terawih finished at about 9.30pm). Terawih was not compulsory, but most of us just went
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for it to avoid the prep classes! furthermore, after terawih, we could go to the canteen to
buy food such as ccolek, rojak mee, etc. As far as I can remember, prep classes was
indeed non-existent in Ramadhan. It was all chaotic. We only went to prep if we had not
finished our homework. In short, we had a good time in Ramadhan! :)
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Kisah Lama
Kisah Pelajar SMS Pulau Pinang di SMS Kelantan

Oleh
Musafirkelana (MK)
Ingin aku berkongsi sebuah kenangan yang berlaku di SMS Kelate tahun 1975.
Selang beberapa minggu selepas penggal pertama bermula, SMS Kelantan menerima
sekumpulan pelajar (lelaki and perempuan) dari SMS Pulau Pinang yang sedang
menunggu keputusan MCE untuk menjadi pelajar Tingkatan 6 Rendah (aku tak setuju
dengan istilah ni sbb puak tu maghi untuk berehat dan buat riuh rendah aje; tak belajar
pun). Mereka ini adalah anak2 Kelantan yang baru selesai menduduki peperiksaan MCE
di SMS Penang. Hari pertama ketibaan, mereka di sambut oleh seorang warden muda
(aku namakan Warden Y). Warden Y mengambil kesempatan ini untuk "mengorientasi"
pelajar2 tersebut. Acara pertama ialah berlari keliling padang di tengah panas terik. Lepas
tu ada lah lagi acara2 lain. Dari tingkap asrama aku nampak acara "main berambat" pun
ada dan termasuk acara "motivational talk." Akhirnya, menjelang petang Warden Y itu
telah melepaskan pelajar2 untuk pulang ke Dorm. Sekembali aje ke Dorm semua pelajar2
tersebut mengemaskan barang2 dan masuk dalam beg. Secara serentak mereka berjalan
keluar dari kawasan sekolah sambil mengendong beg besar untuk menunggu Bas SKMK.
Pihak warden sudah panik. Aku tidak pasti Sir Mahadzir berada di mana ketika itu.
Mungkin pihak warden menyembunyikan keadaan ini dari pengetahunnya. Yang aku
tahu dan nampak ialah Cikgu M.Nor dan Cikgu Baha telah pergi untuk memujuk pelajar2
tersebut. Namun mereka tidak boleh dipujuk lagi. Malah mereka dengan suara lantang
dan keras mengherdik kedua2 warden tersebut. Salah seorang dari mereka yang
bertindak sebagai jurucakap kumpulan memang gedebe orangnya.
Esok Sir Mahadzir membatalkan acara Assembly mingguan. Daripada guru kelas
aku dapat tahu Mahadzir terbang ke Kem. Pelajaran untuk melaporkan peristiwa yang
berlaku. Pada masa itu Menteri Pelajaran ialah Dr. Mahathir Mohamed. So Mahadzir
bertemu Mahathir!! Selepas makan tengah hari aku sempat mendengar siaran berita di
corong radio kepunyaan roomate ku di Dorm Serindit. Dr. Mahathir membuat kenytaan
bahawa, "pelajar2 dan ibubapa tidak sepatutnya mengambil tindakan melulu mengikut
perasaan sendiri tetapi merujuk setiap masalah kepada pihak pentadbiran sekolah." Aku
tersentak. Hati ku berkata, "habis lah pelajar2 SMS Penang tu; sure kena tindakan nanti."
Seminggu berlalu. Hari Sabtu petang aku lihat kumpulan pelajar2 SMS Penang tu
datang lagi di iringi oleh ibubapa masing2. Dari mereka aku dapat tahu bahawa Pengetua
SMS Penang, Mr. Marbuji Koso telah mengadakan perbincangan dengan Sir Mahadzir
dan mendapat persetujuan supaya memaafkan pelajar2 tersebut. Sebulan selepas itu,
Warden Y pun "mengeluarkan dirinya sendiri" dari asrama. Hampir tiap2 malam aku
tidor dalam dorm mereka. Dalam kumpulan itu aku dapat kenal siapa diantara mereka
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yang di anggap sebagai tok alim (Tuan Imam) mereka; siapa yang mempunyai bakat
macam Shakesphere; siapa yang berbakat macam Broery Marantika; siapa kaki bola;
siapa kaki pukul (hebat bersilat) dll kepakaran lagi. Seperti yang aku katakan mereka
datang untuk singgah sekejap sambil "main-main". Mereka kena masuk kelas, sekali
sekala Cikgu Tengku Aziz dan beberapa cikgu lain masuk bla...bla..bla.......Aku yakin
tiada siapa yang berminat untuk dengar apa2 dari cikgu2 ini atau sesiapa pun.....
Yang untungnya dua orang pelajar telah di ambil oleh Cikgu Tengku Aziz untuk
menguatkan pasukan bolasepak sekolah. Akhirnya 2 regular players team bola SMS
(penyerang dan pemain tengah) terpaksa jadi pemain simpanan. Seorang pemain ni
memang hebat kerana dia telah terpilih untuk mewakili pasukan Malaysia ke Sukan
Sekolah2 Asia di Korea Selatan (aku sangat rapat dengan nya).
Aku menjadi makin rapat dengan mereka kerana mereka mahu menggunakan aku
sebagai orang perantaraan untuk dapat "mengorat" pelajar2 perempuan SMS Kelantan
yang "comel lote" pada pandangan mereka. Aku yang tidak berapa minat dengan aktiviti
sebegini rasa rimas kerana aku sendiri tidak reti untuk approach budak2 tino. Akhirnya
aku gunakan kawan2 yang agak "pakar" dalam bidang ini. Kadang2 aku tergelak
sendirian bagaimana mereka menyusun senarai "pelajar2 perempuan pilihan mereka."
Mereka ada kriteria2 tersendiri yang tidak pernah terfikir oleh aku. Tanpa menyebut di
sini nama pelajar2 perempuan "yang masuk list" puak2 SMS Penang, ingin aku nyatakan
bahawa usaha aku yang dibantu kuat oleh rakan2 "specialist" membuahkan hasil juga.
Ada beberapa "dewi SMS Kelantan" yang terjerat dalam "cinta monyet" dengan "dewa2
SMS Penang."
Pemain yang mewakili pasukan Malaysia tu kena pergi berlatih setiap hari di Kota
Bharu. Oleh kerana kemarahan Sir Mahadzir masih belum reda beliau mensyaratkan
semua pelajar SMS Penang hanya boleh keluar sekolah (nak gi outing) selepas mendapat
kelulusan darinya (bukan dari warden). So, tiap2 hari member aku ni kena singgah rumah
Sir Mahadzir untuk isi borang.
Akhirnya keputusan MCE telah diumumkan. Majoritinya berjaya dengan

keputusan baik walaupun ada beberapa orang yang dapat gred 2. Member aku yang
mewakili pasukan bolasepak Malaysia tidak ada ketika keputusan di umumkan kerana
berada di Kuala Lumpur untuk urusan visa. Sekembalinya dari KL dia terus ke rumah Sir
Mahadzir untuk mendapat keputusannya. Sambil tersenyum Sir Mahadzir mengucapkan
tahniah. Member aku mendapat keputusan terbaik among the Kelantanese group. Sir
Mahadzir memberitahunya, "from now on you may go for outing without seeking my
permission. Just see the warden."
MORAL OF THE STORY: MEMINJAM KATA2 KERAMAT SABARIAH, "DON'T

UNDERESTIMATE KELANTANESE" W/PUN YOU'RE A KELANTANESE
YOURSELF (hok ni ambo tamboh).
p/s: Tahun 2006 aku berjumpa dengan ex-SMS Penang (pemain bolasepak handal itu)
tanpa dirancang di depan BSN, P. Mas. Aku menegurnya …..Dia tidak cam aku. Bila aku
perkenalkan diri, dia kata, "demo lain benar," dan kami berpelukan.... …banyak mata
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yang memandang…… "date" untuk lunch tidak tertunai atas kesibukan
masing2…terdorong dek falsafah Pak Din, "hidup ini pendek," aku berhasrat untuk cari
dia bagi melaksanakan janji yang belum tertunai ......
MK/RMZ (bukan abang kandung SMZ)
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Kisah Cinta 1
Oleh
Musafirkelana (MK)
Tak tahu dimana silap/betulnya, ambo termasuklah dalam kumpulan yang tidak
bernasib baik kerana tidak berpeluang untuk ada "grilfren" masa Sekolah Saing. Tapi
yang bernasib baik IALAH ambo begitu pula mudah diterima untuk saing oleh budak2
jate hak ada girlfren. Ada soghe dalam kelas ambo tu (nama AZ) mempunyai girlfren
yang sangat baik hati sekali. Hampir setiap malam waktu prep girlfrend ni akan bawa
makanan untuk AZ. Girlfren tu duduk meja depan AZ dan ambo dok meja belakang AZ.
Jadi, seperti mana murahnya rezeki AZ, begitu jugaklah murahnya rezeki ambo. Lagu
mano? Kalaulah g/fren dia bui cek mek dua butir, sebutir dia akan hulur ke ambo; kalu
g/fren dia hulur secekak kacang butir 1/2 cekak dia bui ke ambo; kalu g/fren dia bui
sekeping cokelat cap gajah (cokelat yang famous pada masa tu di jual oleh Cikgu Home
Scince, Puan Rahimah Merican); dia akan ghepih dua dan bui separuh ke ambo.
Sebelum kena tanya dengan NAYO; ambo nak ghoyat selalu, point cerita ambo
ialah, kade2 dalam hidup ni kita tak perlu ada bas untuk boleh naik bas; kita bbaik
dengan drebar bas atau pemilik bas ...maka kita boleh juga le naik bas tu ....
Yang selalu terbang ke zaman lampau untuk menjadi nostalgik sebetar ialah: MK
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Kisah Cinta 2
Oleh
Musafirkelana(MK)
..... seorang girl (yang ambo namakan sebagai MEK) memang bertuah kerana dapat BF
yang memang menjadi rebutan ramai ... sementelah lah BF dia tu seorang prefect ...
prefects jate ni budak2 jate jah benci; budak ttino pakat suka/minat .... hak budak ttino
benci ialah prefects ttino ....hubungan mereka begitu mesra sehingga ada acara bertukar2
foto .... surat tak usah kiralah .... hari berganti hari dan minggu berganti minggu
...akhirnya nak jadi cerita MEK dilantik jadi prefect jugak ....seronok dan bangga tak
terkira lah MEK ...mungkin MEK merasakan dengan dilantik sebagai prefect dia akan
lebih mudah untuk mendekati BF dia ... sebab prefects pada masa tu ada bilik study
sendiri di bangunan sekolah; ,mereka makan di meja lain di Dewan Makan; mereka boleh
gi outing bila2 masa; mereka gi berkelah grup mereka jah dsb ... Tapi malang tidak
berbau ....BF MEK maghi royat ke MEK, "jangan terima perlantikan sebagai prefect."
..Apa lagi, MEK pun bukan saje rasa kecewa tapi sangat boring dengan sikap BFnya
kerana mahu mengonkong hidupnya sebegitu sekali ...Tanpa berfikir 10 kali MEK terus
tidak bersetuju dan mahu memutuskan hubungan dengan BFnya ..dan
kesudahannya berlakulah ACARA MENGHANTAR SEMULA FOTO2 antara satu sama
lain ...... Aduhh ...padam sudah sebuah api cinta di Sekolah Saing masa tu ....
Sebelum NAYO tanya ambo biar ambo ghoyat bahawa point ambo ialah; oghe
jate kena ingat; w/pun dia sudah dapat menakluki hati seorang ttino jangan ingat dia
boleh ikat tangan, ikat kaki, zip mulut ; tutup mata; dan sumbat telinga dengan kapas .....
oghe tino pun ada kemahuan dan impian dirinya sendiri......
Yang beruntung kerana tak perlu syahdu dan sendu mcm magpies81 ialah: MK
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Kisah Cinta 3
Oleh musafirkelana (MK)
BF ni nama nya ialah MN. GF dia nama R. MN masuk Sekolah Saing di Form 4
selepas peperiksaan LCE. Hebat sungguh MN ni sebab awal2 persekolahan lagi MN telah
berjawa menawan hati R. Selepas tiga bulan cinta berputik ; MN mendapat tawaran
untuk masuk Form 4 di RMC. MN buat keputusan untuk meninggalkan Sek Saing.
Seminggu sebelum tinggalkan Sek Saing, MN bertemulah R dalam suasan yang agak
eksklusif di Taman Sekebun Bunga (eik, ekskulif ke ni? ) . Mengikut cerita hak ambo
dengar (ambo x tengok dengan mata sendiri), berlaku lah drama sebak dan airmata dalam
pertemuan itu : Ambo tak tahu apa sebenar yang berlaku; cuma ada banyak
versi:
1. R tak setuju dan membantah keputusan MN nak tukar ke RMC;

2. Ada juga versi kata MN nak putuskan hubungan;
3. Ada versi lain kata R bui ultimatum; kalu gi jugak RMC, putus sudah ikatan cinta
Tiba2 malam itu selesai saja prep; Asrama Puteri menjadi gempar. Of course bila
Asrama Puteri riuh; Asrama Putera pun tumpang sekaki. Majoriti yang baru nak lelap
mata; terjaga. Akhirnya, warden lelaki semua berlari ke Asrama Puteri dan apabila ambo
keluar dari Dorm, pelajar2 lelaki sudah berkerumun depan Dewan Makan. Tiba2 Puan
Nik Ismah dan suaminya seorang Doktor Perubatan (Dr. Hasbullah) yang tinggal
berdekatan dengan Maktab Perguruan datang dan menuju ke Asrama Puteri. Akhirnya
dari salah seorang warden lelaki, ambo dapat tahu seorang budak perempuan telah
menjadi histeria. Warden tak sey ghoyat sapo. Akhirnya malam itu sebelum ambo
terlelap; agen2 CIA ambo dapat tahu, pelajar ttino hak histeria tu ialah R. Keesokan gege
lah si sekolah bahawa R telah di bawa ke Hospital KB berjumpa dengan Psikaitris kerana
mengalami tekanan perasaan. Puncanya, apa lagi kalu bukan TERTEKAN dengan
keputusan BFnya yang mahu berpindah ke RMC.
Nak jadi cerita selepas 2 minggu MN dan grup yang pergi ke RMC balik semula masuk
ke sekolah saing. Mereka tak tahan dengan sistem ragging di RMC. Apa jadi dengan
cinta antara MN dan R. Apakah ia bertaut semula???
MN memang seorang lelaki yang hebat ....Ambo sediri tidak tahu apa "ilmu" yang
dipakai oleh MN sehingga dapat menawan kembali R apabila masuk ke sekolah saing
semula selepas tak jadi join RMC .....Namun, MN terpaksa melalui proses merayu/
memujuk/ merintih yang bukan mudah .. peringkat awal memang R jual mahal dan
asyik tunjuk muka "ccetung"nya ... Tapi MN seorang lelaki yang berhati keras bab besi
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waja.... berjaya juga dia mencairkan hati R ..... ye lah; hati perempuan mungkin
begitu sifatnya .... Tapi selepas MN tamatkan pengajian Form 5, cintanya dengan R mati
berkubur tanpa nisan juga ....
Sebelum NAYO tanya; biar ambo ghoyat; point dalam kisah ini ialah, ambo nak
ghoyat kepada gu sekalian bahawa jangan perkecilkan kekuatan API CINTA ... lebih kuat
dari batu api/ kayu api/ semut api/ keretapi/ rumah api ..... kalu tak kuat tak kan
magpies81 sampai demam (wlalu pun kini sudah kebah) ..... sebab tu cek ambo pesan
sokmo, "jange berani bermain api; kalu takut terbakar diri ..."
Yang takut kepada hampir semua jenis api ialah: MK
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Kisah Cinta 4
Oleh
musafirkelana (MK)
Seorang budak ni mmg famous habih kat sekolah saing di kalangan girls .
...Ambo pon tak tahu azimat ggapo dia pakai . .. ada saja hak nak jadi GF dia ......
....lepas satu satu dia bertukar GF ....ambo yang agak baik sebab berkongsi dorm
dengannya ada sekali berkata, "MM, mu ni berahi sungguh bertukar GF; bakpo mu tak
leh setia hanya pada satu??"....Sambil senyum dan merasa sedikit bangga, MM
jawab"Nak buat guano; oghe ttino minat ke aku." ....Tapi, seperti yang lumrah
berlaku bila tubik sekolah Saing, dia berkahwin dengan budak lain hak tak ngaji sekolah
saing pon .....
Nak jadi cerita; bila dia dok mmutar dengan bini di bandar KB; ada saja dia
terserempak semula dengan ex-GF dia masa sekolah saing ....sebagai seorang jate yang
"tak mahu mencetuskan cemburu di hati bini" dia cuba mengelak dari kena bertentang
mata dengan ex-GF itu ...dia malah nak bbaso jawab kalu bini tanya, "tu sapo; kenal
mano; baik benar ke ???dsb (oghe ttino pon satu; bahagian bertanya soalan ke tok laki ni
pakar benar) ....
Satu hari, malang tidak berbau ...tengah2 dok pulas steering nak tubik parking
depan SUPERMARKET PANTAI TIMUR maghi minah sorang ketuk screen pintu
kereta .... MM pun turunkan screen kereta otomatik tuh ...waduhh ...ex-GF (nama LA) kat
sekolah saing ...sambil bersalam dengan wife MM yang dok seat sebelah, ex-GF dengan
ghairahnya bertanya, "ehh ..lama tak jjupo, you dok kejo mmano lo ji???" ....MM dalam
keadaan serba salah, "I kejo sekian ..sekian..." Tanpa memberikan ruang pada LA untuk
bersembang lama, MM ghoyat, "sorry, I kena rush nak gi ambil anak kat sekolah."
(walhal hari tu hari minggu) (PEMBOHONGAN 1).
Dalam kereta menuju rumah, wife MM tanya, "sapo; kenal mmano; baik benar
napok." ..... Tanpa sempat berpikir lama M menjelaskan, "Staf ke opis dulu; lo ni
pindah kejo swasta dah." Wife MM bertanya lagi, "Kalu ex-staf kat opis Abe, bakpo dia
tanya Abe kejo mmano lo ni??" (ambo kata dah tadi; oghe ttino bab bertanya tok laki
mmg hebat sungguh). MM yang sudah hampir mati akal jawab, "ye lah dia ingat I pon
pindah kejo tempat lain mcm dia lah." WIfe tanya lagi, "bakpo Abe tak sebut kejo opis
lama??". MM menegking, "you ni banyak soalan lah; I nak cepat tadi malah bbaso
dengan dia; mana nak dan pikir." Wife pun terus membisukan mulutnya walaupun hati
sedang bersarang suspicious.
Point cerita ambo ialah: pada gu2 hak ada banyak BF masa muda @ masa sekolah
saing, jangan menolak kemungkinan untuk mereka itu muncul secara tak diduga2 dalm
kehidupan seharian anda tanpa anda perlu berdoa -- distesyen bas; di airport; di
konferens; di .... di ..... di......
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Jadi, kalu wife anda tidak jenis yang sporting, bersiap2lah dengan tipu helah yang
strategik untuk menjadi perisai mempertahankan diri dari kemungkinan2 yang tidak
diingini ..... TAPI INGAT, satu pembohongan PERTAMA yang anda lakukan
memerlukan 1000 lagi pembohongan untuk menutupnya ...... bersedialah sekiranya anda
mahu terus hidup dalam dunia pembohongan akibat perbuatan sendiri kerana mahu
menjadi LELAKI HEBAT yang memiliki ramai gewe di suatu masa dulu sewaktu di
sekolah saing.....
Yang senasib dengan riza88 kerana tak ada rupa, nama dan harta tetapi tak perlu hidup
dalam dunia pembohongan ialah: MK
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Lompat Pagar I
Oleh
Mattblacqk
Ini satu kisah benar yang berlaku pada tahun 1986 di sekolah kita, kejadian ini
bermula sejam selepas loceng untuk tidur di hostel,sperti kebiasaannya bila loceng
diketuk oleh pengawas yang bertugas maka semua lampu bilik ditutup dan semua
penghuni akan berada dikatil masing2 untuk tido.
Pada malam yang bersejarah tersebut kebetulan pula satu hostel lelaki kehabisan stok
"buri"(hanya pengamalnya saja tau apa itu "buri")tepat jam 12.00 tgh malam maka
pengamal2 "buri" yang tegar ini telah mengadakan satu mesyuarat dalam gelap di bilik B-
2-3 ,mesyuarat ini dihadiri oleh semua wakil dari form5,form4 dan form3 dan keputusan
yang di buat ialah mesti mendapatkan bekalan "buri" pada malam itu setelah wang
dikumpulkan dan ditugaskan kepada 2 orang untuk mendapatkan bekalan tersebut
Tepat jam 1.00 pagi maka keluarlah 2 orang yang membawa misi untuk mendapatkan
bekalan ini menuruni tangga dengan penuh hati2 dan merentasi padang bola sekolah dan
akhirnya sampailah dibelakang gol hoki dan kedua2 pembawa misi ini merapati targetnya
iaitu pagar sekolah, sebelum mereka melakukan lompatan yang bergaya itu berkata salah
seorang 'kawe raso serupo ore jah tu dok tepi jalan tu' kedua2nya memerhati ngan penuh
teliti dengan dibantu oleh cahaya bulan yg samar2 itu, berkata pula yang sorang lagi tu
'kawe raso lembu' diperhatikan lagi oleh keduanya2.
Akhirnya mereka berdua bersepakat bahawa lembaga yang dilihat itu adalah
lembu,maka kedua2 pembawa misi tersebut meneruskan tugas mereka dengan gaya
seorang jaguh melepasi pagar yg menjadi sempadan itu
Apabila kedua2nya telah memasuki zon bebas mereka mendengar satu jeritan suara yang
amat kuat"JANGAN LARI" tanpa melengahkan masa kedua2nya mula membuka silat
langkah seribu seperti yang diajar oleh cikgu Hamdi boleh dikatakan Rabuan Pit pun
kalah dalam saringan itu,tiba tiba terdengar satu letupan yang kuat dan tiba tiba sahaja
larian 100 meter itu terhenti dan kedua2 pelari tersebut menjadi kaku dan tak dapat
melangkah lagi.
Kemudian datang tiga orang lelaki yang berjaket dan membawa mereka berdua ke tempat
pokok besar jalan nak pergi rumah ustaz Bappu ,di sana ada lagi 5 lelaki yang berjaket
sedang menunggu dan mereka berdua disoal siasat oleh lelaki2 berjaket tersebut,ketua
lelaki berjaket tersebut mengatakan mereka berdua itu merupakan orang yang disyaki
yang menjalankan kegiatan pecah rumah dikawasan tersebut.
Hampir 3 jam mereka berdua cuba menyakinkan bawa mereka bukan orang yang disyaki
tetapi hanya keluar untuk mendapatkan stok"buri" sahaja,mereka jugak diugut untuk
dihantar ke sekolah keesokan harinya,pelbagai bentuk rayuan diberikan oleh mereka
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berdua kepada ketua lelaki2 yang berjaket tersebut,lebih kurang pukul 4.00 pagi ketua
lelaki berjaket itu berkata mereka berdua akan dilepaskan dengan syarat melakukan tekan
tubi sebanyak 100 kali sorang.
Kedua2 pembawa misi tersebut berjaya melakukannya dengan baik...satu keajaiban

kepada mereka berdua kerana sebelum ini 10 kali tekan tubi belum tentu dapat
dihabiskan tetapi pagi itu 100 kali amat mudah bagi mereka.
pukul 4.30 mereka dilepaskan dan masuk balik ke hostel dengan misi yang gagal
disempurnakan.
Salah seorang dari pembawa misi tersebut telah bergelar prof di salah sebuah univ yang
ternama di malaysia.
KAWE RASO RAMAI LAGI JAGUH JAGUH YANG ADA MARILAH KITO SYER SUPAYA
JADIK TAULADAN PADO ADIK ADIK HOK DOK DISEKOLOH LAGI TU.....LOMPAT PAGAR
TU TAKDOH FAEDAH SEBENORNYA.
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Lompat Pagar II
Oleh
musafirkelana (MK)
Biar aku mulakan baghi kisah yang pahit/manis ini ...... Ini juga kisah benar......
" Hari itu ialah hari Ahad. Esok hari Isnin. Pelajar Form 3 tidak perlu pergi prep kerana
esok mereka akan menghadapi ujian oral English. Beberapa orang set2 aku sudah bersiap
sedia untuk sekali lagi menunjukkan bakat lompat pagar demi memenuhi hasrat untuk
menonton filem Hindustan box-office berjudul "Bobby" yang dibintangi oleh Rishi
Kapoor dan Dimple Kapadia. Mereka mengajak aku sebab pada pengamatan mereka kalu
aku turut serta, "ada berkat." (bermaksud, tak kena igat lah). Aku yang malas sebab dok
risau fasal Oral English Test esok berkata, "Puak2 mu gi lah dulu; kalu aku nak gi; aku gi
kedian; kita jumpa di Kedai Nasi Sumatera waktu (kedai makan uzur sebelah Odeon;
now Kedai Sumatera dah pindah dekat kedai alat2 sukan Chung Koo Bazaar. Mengikut
statistik aku, seramai 8 orang keluar curi menuju ODEON hari itu ...
Malang tidak berbau ..............................
Ustaz Alwi (Penolong Pengetua) sedang bergunting rambut di Kedai Gunting

sebelah Panggung ODEON. Apa lagi, bila nampak set2 SMSK dia terus mendekati
mereka (tidak pasti UStaz dah habis gunting ke belum masa tu), terus nama2 di tulis di
atas kertas .....
Jeng..jeng..jeng ...
Ambo dan seorang lagi (AH) tiba2 rasa tak "sedap badan" bila gu2 semua keluar
curi. Akhirnya ambo dan AH mengambil kesempatan masa minum petang untuk
menunjukkan kejaguhan kami sekali lagi. Ambo tak sir gi Panggung Odeon tapi nak balik
kampong nak gi rumah Tok Guru Haji Lah Pondok Lubuk Tapah nak minta air tawar
supaya dapat jawab molek Oral ENglish Test esok. AH ni nak join group yang
"kononnya" sedang menunggu dia di Restoren Nasi Sumatera.
Ringkas cerita, sampai di stesyen BAS SKMK KBharu, kami janji; apa2 pun kita jumpa
di stesyen ni dan balik sama2 the last bas (kami dah masak benar bahawa bas last menuju
PCepa bertolak jam 10:45 malam dari KB. Ambo dan AH berpecah haluan ....
Jeng..jeng...jeng .....
Group2 di ODEON berbelah bagi, nak masuk tengok wayang filem Bobby ke nak
balik semula sekolah. Jawab Mat soghe ni (WIZ), " Igat kena igat dah; baik kita masuk
tengok; balik terima lah aje lah apa hukuman Ustaz Alwi." Cadangannya tidak
dipersetujui oleh (MD), "Aku tak ada mood; baik kita balik tenang2 fikiran kat sekolah."
Seorang lagi jampuk (ZAK), " Now, kita tak sah masuk panggung; tak sah gi makan Nasi
Sumatera; kita gi makan ais kacang (ABC lah tu) di Taman Sekebun Bunga (TSB). Lama
dah aku tak pekena ais kacang Kedai Selera Zaleha" Akhirnya itulah keputusan mereka
yang dipersetujui secara majoriti. So 8 orang cuba memujuk perasaan masing2 berjalan
menuju ke TSB. ......
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Apa jadi dengan AH yang sepatutnya berjumpa dengan Geng 8 di Rest Nasi Sumatera?
Apa jadi dengan ambo hak balik cari air tawar Tok Guru? Apa tindakan seterusnya
UStaz Alwi???.... (akan bersambung di lain siaran)
Set2 8 orang menjamu selera di TSB. AH pula terus menuju ke Restoren Nasi
Sumatera. Bila di dapatinya tiada seorang pun gu ada di situ; AH menjangkakan mereka
masih dalam panggung. Akhirnya, AH mengambil keputusan untuk menunggu sambil
memenuhi seleranya untuk makan nasi Sumatera, masakan kegemaran hampir 90%
pelajar2 SMSK. Sambil makan, AH sempat bertanya kat PakCik Pelayan, "Abe waye dok
main lagi ko?" Pakcik tu jawab, "Habih doh, malam ni pulak je 8:00".
AH semakin yakin set 8 orang sudah berubah haluan. Samada mereka makan Nasi
Sumatera sebelum masuk panggung @ mereka sedang menjamu selera di Gerai Roti
Tempayan @ dok ratah sup tulang di Kedai Sup Tok Ayah tepi sungai (dekat masjid
Besar Muhammadi) atau dok hisap rokok kat KALE MOTOBOT Kg. Laut @ dok
shopping kat Kedai A.M.Shariff @ Chin Seng Emporium atau ..atau .... Ah tak terlintas
di hati AH bahawa set 8 ni akan ke TSB. Entah mengapa AH lupa tempat TSB yang
menjadi salah satu tempat kunjungan favorite budak2 SMSK.
Setelah sedawa 2-3 kali AH pun mengangkat kaki dan membuat keputusan untuk gi hisap
rokok di KALE MOTOBOT Kg. Laut. Laluan ke Kale ni ialah melalui TSB dan
kemudian ambil jalan sebelah Kedai Sup Tok Ayah. Dalam perjalanan, AH bertemu
dengan set 8.
WIZ bertanya, "mu maghi dengan sapo?". "Aku maghi dengan MK (ambo lah tu); tapi
dia kelik rumah dia sbb nak cari air tawar." WIZ tanya lagi, "Pah mu nak gi halah ke
mano?". " Aku nak gi "smoking Joe" (istilah masa tu) kat Kale,maghilah nak join gak,
aku baru beli rokok Benson sekotak" jawab AH.
ZAK cepat mencelah, " Mu gi lah, tapi dengar aku nak ghoyat ni. Set2 kami dah kena
igat kat Ustaz Alwi tadi kat ODEON, "jelas ZAK panjang lebar. "Jadi, mu tak soh kelik
dengan kami; mu kelik sediri. Pandai2 lah mu nak lompat masuk dalam sekolah semula."
pesan ZAK.
"Oklah, aku janji jumpo MK (ambo) di stesyen bas. Kami balik bas last," suara AH,
walaupun mukanya tidak lagi seceria seperti masa mula2 jumpa set 8. Dia yakin set 8
mesti kena. Dengan Ustaz Alwi tak usah dok gurau lah. Akhirnya set 8 berpisah dengan
AH dan berjalan menuju stesyen Bas SKMK.
AH berubah hati. Dia tidak jadi ke Kale Motobot sebab selain dari rasa sedih Set
8 kena igat, dia sedang memikirkan cara mana nak masuk dalam sekolah malam ni.
Hatinya sedikit gundah. Untuk menyedapkan hati AH berbicara sendirian, "Tak apa,
mesti MK (ambo lah tu) ada idea." Akhirnya, AH pergi ke masjid Muhammadi. Dalam
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hatinya dia mahu berdoa supaya "BALA BENCANA" tidak akan menimpa dia dan MK
setibanya di sekolah lewat malam nanti.
APA YANG TERJADI KAT SET 8 SETIBANYA DI SEKOLAH??; APA

PERANCANGAN DAN STRATEGI AMBO DAN AH UNTUK SELAMAT DARI
APA JUA "BALA BENCANA" YANG MUNGKIN SEDANG MENUNGGU KAMI
DI SEKOLAH?? APAKAH RAHSIA AMBO DAN AH YANG JUGA "KELUAR
CURI" PADA HARI YANG SAMA DENGAN ST 8 TERBONGKAR?
sambungan ......
Sesampai aje di rumah ambo jelaskan kat ayah matlamat kepulanagn yang
tergesa2 ini ialah untuk mendapatkan air tawar Tok Guru Haji Lah Lubuk Tapah. Ayah
meminta abang ipar hantar ambo ke Pondok Lubuk Tapah dengan menaiki Vespa. Selesai
dapat air tawar ambo rasa lega sangat2 dan konfiden esok boleh jawab molek soalan Oral
Test English. Dek kerana terlalu seronok ambo terlupa habis bahwa ambo janji nak jumpa
AH di stesyen Bas SKMK. Bila abang ipar offer nak hantar balik ke sekolah ambo terus
bersetuju. Cuma ambo pesan jangan hantar ikut pintu depan sebab ambo keluar tak minta
izin warden. Kena hantar ikut pintu belakang. Abang iapar yang sudah fasih dengan stail
dan feil ambo tidak banyak soal.
Akhirnya, abang ipar pun gi hantar dan tinggalkan ambo kat BUCU. Ambo
dengan hati yang puas kerana matlamat keluar curi hari itu sudah terlaksana berjalan
menuju ke arah pagar di belakang Bangunan Industrial Arts.
(CATATAN: Berdepan dengan pagar itu ada sebuah rumah kosong (rumah ni besar).
Tiada penghuni, cuma sekali sekala ada orang datang. Mengikut cerita, rumah ni milik
Tok Bomoh dan Tok Guru Silat terkenal yang sudah meninggal. Mengikut cerita (tak
pernah ada set2 ambo yang mempastikan kesahihan nya) dalam rumah tu ada macam2;
alat permainan wayang kulit; rebana; gong, gendang dan alat2 perbomohan yang lain."
Set2 yang suka keluar curi ni (termasuk ambo) bukan semua berani nak mendekati rumah
tu TAPI demi keselamatan diri; sebelem kami melompat masuk ke dalam sekolah, kami
akan menusuk dulu di belakang rumah tu." Intai2 dulu kot2 ada "geng Sabariah"
(pengawas) sedang menunggu "mangsa"nya......
Jadi ambo nusuk lah dulu di belakang rumah itu .... MasyaAllah ... alangkah
terkejutnya ambo ... sepanjang hak ambo dok lompat pagar sebelum ni, tak pernah ambo
tengok sebegitu ramai set2 Pengawas dok tunggu kat pagar belakang Bng I/Arts ..ambo
rasa hampir seluruh pengawas lelaki ada (termasuk Ezani headboy) ... beberapa pengawas
tino pun turut serta ... cuma ambo tak pasti Sabariah ada ke tidak ... Ambo mula rasa
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panik ....jantung berdebar kencang ..... masa itulah ambo mula teringat akan "janji"
dengan AH ..... ambo menyesal sungguh kerna sudah memungkiri AH ...
.
"Apa yang harus aku buat," bisik hati kecil ambo. Now, ambo berfikir sendirian,
"patutkah aku naik bas semula gi jumpa AH di Stesyen Bas SKMK???" Atau tunggu
sehingga Pengawas balik hostel untuk makan malam? Bercelaru sungguh fikiran ambo
masa tu. Persoalan besar ialah: "Bila hari menjelang malam (gelap), ambo tak akan berani
dok sorang2 kat rumah yang mengandungi bermacam cerita pelik2 itu. Tobat ambo tak
berani . Selama ini ambo berani (keluar curi2 malam2); sebab kalu kena nusuk kat rumah
ni, kami ramai2. Ni ambo bersendirian. Timbul rasa menyesal kerana tidak ingat2 betul2
janji dengan AH. Kalu ingat, pasti ambo suruh abang ipar hantar terus ke stesyen bas.
Jeng2 ...jeng ...jeng ..jeng......
Set 8 memang sudah sampai ke sekolah dan mereka semua masuk ikut pintu
depan. Bila mereka di tahan oleh Pak Cik Jaga kat pintu masuk "main entrance" salah
seorang menjelaskan, "Pakcik, puak ambo ni kena igat kat Ustaz Alwi doh di KB." Pak
Cik jaga tak percaya lalu minta mereka menulis nama sekali lagi di buku daftar keluar
masuk. Pak Cik Jaga catat, "KELUAR TANPA KEBENARAN."
CATATAN: Zaman ambo kalu nak keluar pada hari bukan yang dibenarkan secara
umum, kena minta permission Warden or Prefect bertugas if warden tak ada. Lepas tu
bila dibenarkan, kena isi satu borang kecil. Borang ni lah kena tunjuk kat Pak Cik Jaga di
Main Entrance masa keluar dan masa balik.
Rupa2nya set 8 ini terus dicari pengawas; lepas itu mereka di panggil oleh
beberapa pengawas termasuk Headboy dan di tekan supaya menjelaskan, "sapo lagi hak
awak tahu keluar curi hari ini." Pengawas berbuat demikian sebab mereka mendapat
maklumat dari Ustaz Alwi, mungkin ada lagi pelajar lain yang sudah berada di dalam
panggung semasa dia igat set 8. Malah pengawas menggunakan taktik PDRM iaitu,
menawarkan "hukuman lebih ringan" kalau set 8 sanggup dedahkan nama2 lain yang
keluar curi pada hari yang sama. Seperti ambo cerita dulu, sesuatu yang ambo belajar dari
pengalaman ini ialah, semuanya berpegang kukuh pada prinsip, "biar pecah di perut; tapi
tidak di mulut."
APA KESDUHAN NASIB AMBO YANG SEDANG BERNUSUK DI RUMAH

"BERPUAKA" ITU? APA NASIB AH DI STESYEN BAS?? APA NASIB SET 8
SELEPAS DITEKAN OLEH PENGAWAS UNTUK MENDEDAHKAN NAMA
"PELOMPAT PAGAR" YANG LAIN?
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Seterusnya ….
Sampai dalam kelas, nasib baik tak ada prefect jaga. 3 dari set 8 ada dalam kelas
ambo. Demi menyimpan rahsia, kami hanya menggunakan bahasa isyarat mata.
( INGAT: PADA MASA NI AMBO TAK TAHU LAGI SET 8 SUDAH KENA IGAT
KAT USTAZ ALWI AND THE DETAILS W/PUN HATI AMBO RASA TAK SEDAP
BILA INGATKAN PENGAWAS MENGAMUK KAWAL BANGUNAN I/ARTS).
Habis prep, semua serbu ambo dan kami cepat2 berjalan balik ke hostel. Bila ambo dapt
tahu mereka kena igat, ambo tak sabar nak tahu"Apa hukuman ke puak2 mu??" "Tak
tahu. Tapi pengawas kata, berat sebab keluar sehari sebelum Oral Test. Lepas tu tak
mahu dedahkan nama2 yang lain." Masa tu hati ambo bercampur baur. Setia sungguh
gu2 ni. Sampai ke last tak ghoyat.
Balik ke asrama, walau pun lampu sudah dipadamkan, ambo tak leh lena. Mata ambo
terkelip2 sampai ke subuh pagi. Seribu satu perkara mengganggu otak ambo. Ambo
terkenangkan nasib set 8. Ambo tak tahu apa jadi dengan AH (AH dok dorm lain). Kalu
tak silap jam 1 pagi ambo senyap2 merayap gi ke Dorm AH. Bila sampai ke katil dia,
ambo rasa happy sangat2 sebab AH ada terlantar tidur dengan nyenyaknya (hati ambo
positif dia tak kena tangkap; tapi tak sabar nak tahu cara dia masuk).
Esok (hari Isnin) seawal pagi, sebelum makan pagi ambo sekali lagi ke bilik AH.
Terkejut ambo, bila AH dengan suara lantang berkata, "Lepas ni mu bo kecek dengan
aku," sambil meninggalkan ambo. Sebahagian pelajar (yang mungkin dah tahu cerita)
menyampuk, "Padan muka mu,". Sebahagian adik2 kecil terpinga2 kerana terkejut
dengan reaksi keras AH. Akhirnya, kami ke kelas untuk tunggu giliran Oral Test. Giliran
saya waktu petang. Dalam keadaan emosi yang terganggu (bercampur tak berapa reti
speaking), kawe rasa tak leh jawab soalan oral yang bertajuk, "HOW TO SOLVE
TRAFFIC CONGESTION IN YOUR CITY." Minggu seterusnya, Assembly pada hari
Ahad, set lapan kena "pubic canning". Ambo ingat lagi Sir Mahadzir begitu marah hari
itu sehingga selepas merotan lapan2 pelajar2 tu di lepaskan rotan di atas lantai dan terus
berjalan keluar Dewan tanpa sempat mendengar kami menyanyikan lagu "Selamat
Sultan." Sebagai rekod, inilah public canning pertama di SMSK. Dalam hati ambo
menangis sedih terkenangkan nasib set 8 yang malang. Merekalah yang menyelamatkan
saya dari tersenarai dalam rekod hitam sekolah itu. Lepas assembly, suasana di SMS
macam di langgar garuda gayanya. Suasana suram dan sepi. Yang kedengaran hanyalah
bunyi hentakan kasut guru2 lelaki yang ada "buah ketereh" di tapak dan kasut tumit
tinggi cikgu perempuan, dan laungan suara nyaring guru2 perempuan mengajar dalam
kelas.
MULAI DETIK ITU AMBO TIDAK LOMPAT PAGAR LAGI …………
TAMAT
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Lepas ni ambo nak gi bertapa lamo di Gua Kelam; mana adik Juragan-
X ni … walaupun demo tinggi di awan biru; jangan lupa rumput di
bumi kerana rumput di bumi itu ialah ambo
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Lompat Pagar III
Oleh
Raja Bukit
Dalam duk baco cerito Geng 8+1+1 arahan dan lakonlayar oleh Abe
musafirkelana ni, sungguh mengasyikkan dan penuh debaran. Apa pun, sebelum Abe Ura
menayangkan filem sulung arahan beliau berjodol "Pertempuran 50+50" di bbucu,
biarlah ambo bui selingan sikit sebelum tayangan bermula.
Ambo mulo berkecimpung dalam acara lompat pagar ni sejak di Form 2 lagi, cumo tok
masuk acara sukan 100 meter dan lompat tinggi jah. Never did, not a sporty type, spent
most of my time sleeping whenever I had the chance...dan bergiat aktif di sebelah malam
( species musang kot?).
Lompat melompat ni paling seronok bila musim tembikai, ambil 2-3 biji on the way nak
masuk, lepas tu makan dalam gol hoki sebab gol hoki ni ada parapet setinggi 1 kaki, jadi
kalau ada orang yang mencurigakan lalu berdekatan padang hoki, ambo boleh meniarap
disebalik parapet tu.
Semasa di Form 5, again without permission whatsoever, I went home, had dinner
with my parents while catching up on things at the dinner table. The thing that I could not
possibly forget till this day was when my father drove me back to school, yes...straight to
Pondok Jaga. After some explanation, he agreed to drop me off at the far corner of Block
D / I.Arts buildings. It was almost midnight and I could not imagine myself wading
through the bushes at that hour...alone, more so in the vicinity of that abandoned house
(rumah tok kelana?). The fear of getting caught surpassed the fear of the frightful house.
My father waited until I found myself in the school compound. I turned around, waived at
him, and not long after, he drove off into the night. What a wonderful and understanding
father he was, but then again, that made him an accomplice, right?
Pernah juga beberapa kali ponteng solat jumaat, pergi belakang rumah kosong tu. Kita
orang tebang pokok kelapa (anak pokok le, tinggi lebih kurang 10 kaki) dan makan
umbut (new shoots) krok krok krok...sedap and finished it off with air kelapa muda. Tak
ingat dah berapa banyak anak pokok yang jadi mangsa. Lebih kurang pukul 3, kita orang
balik hostel la...tidur, kroh kroh kroh.
Acara kemuncak lompat pagar ni ialah bila ambo lompat pagar hostel Block C. Imagine
the prison type v-shape barb wire 10 feet high, almost double my height, but I did it.
Point of entry, belakang rumah Penolong Kanan. Actually one of us wanted to see his
girlfriend, so we decided to accompany him into the "Forbidden Ground". On that night,
four of us went in and spent out time borak borak kosong je (nothing fancy...isyh isyh
isyh). Nama, tempat "pertemuan", masa dan tarikh terpaksa dirahsiakan. Lagipun,
semuanya dah kahwin dan beranak pinak. I forgot how we "communicated" with the girls
before we jumped in (mind you, no mobile phone, so no sms/texting). I suppose,
creativity runs high when the excitement and curiosity are at their peak.
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Ada di antara set ambo yang paling menyerlah (kita namakan dia Mr.A). Balik
rumah hari Khamis malam Jumaat. Hari Jumaat ada Inspection (Warden & Prefects). We
were in Form 2 then, his bed was nicely made up with all his personal effects laid on his
towel, but he wasn't there. The warden and prefects just walked passed by his bed without
even asking his whereabouts. I was amazed by his daredevil "achievements" that I asked
what was his secret of success...he gave me some but I never use them. In my case, it was
pure luck that I didn't get caught. Mungkin kita martabatkan dia Jaguh No.2 selepas Abe
musafirkelana.
Slot cerita ni hanya kenangan dan bukan bermaksud untuk mengajar adik adik yang
masih menuntut di SMSTMFP supaya meniru apa yang kita, abang abang dan kakak
kakak, telah buat. Jangan buat...malah ditegah sama sekali.
OK Abe Ura, dipersilakan dengan tayangan filem terbaru "Pertempuran 50+50", ramai
yang dah beli tiket dan menunggu di Restoran Nasi Sumatera untuk masuk ke panggung
Odeon.
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Once Upon A Time
By
budakPasirMah
My school days ……. full of memories

The good , the bad and the ugly ones
It was the best school you could possibly go, they all said
The best in hell I supposed
It was like yesterday when we first met
Together we sat in a class wondering….
When can we go home ?
Some faces looked nice and so friendly
The others blank and lost
But later they all had one thing in common
Bold and brutal
Ready to kick ass who ever in the way
Come day or night
Form One was always exciting

The teacher came in and asked where have all the chalks gone
I went away and came back with a bunch
They made me a monitor for that effort
Not that I know how to be one
Just wanted to impress the girls … the pretty li’l girls
I tried to get one … the girls I mean
But never succeeded…they went for the macho ones
I dreamt on …until I realized that’s what I’m good at … dreaming
They called me names (never mind…no need to spell that out)
For the stupid face with no hair and the sweet li’l ass that I got
The following year was terrible … I mean hell !
The big boys knew about my sweet li’l ass
And started to chase me around when the lights went out
I ran into the dark and hide
Darkness of the night would keep me safe
I’d end up at the place where I always hide…. the toilet
Sometime I woke up and still there …. in the toilet
So cold and smelly but I was alright
I was weak and small and never put up a fight
So lonely and confused I could not imagine
how I got through all those years
full of misery
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Once this boy asked me to swap beds
I sleep in your bed and you can sleep in my bed
Night after night after night
I just didn’t understand why but never dare to ask
This swapping thing went on for a week or so
And then one night he said
I sleep in your bed but you can’t sleep in mine
Now, where in hell am I suppose to sleep ?!
Come to think of it , now I realize what it was all about
He didn’t want to make his bed in the morning !!!
So naughty ….
So the story goes on …….
I survived the first year with little memory of sweet and happy life; all I knew was
that there’s no better place for me other than this stained rubber bed, a locker that could
not properly closed and a bunch of scary little guys. That first year was filled with abuses
and intimidations; but back then they called it Minggu Suaikenal(Orientation
Week)……exactly, welcome to Hell !!. And it was not for a week…Oh No! No! It was
the whole g’damn year as I remember it. I was selected to be in “a squad” once, a group
of geeks with pails on the head and broomsticks on the shoulder and nothing else … I
mean nothing. Yes we were all naked. Marching around the corridor until everyone gets a
laugh. The funny thing was that I didn’t feel to protest or fight…just played along.
Finally they separated us from the big guys. The “ragging” had gone out of control and
the school had it enough. Some gave up and quit the school altogether. I stayed on. After
the separation, things were getting better. But still we got bullyheads around and they
annoyed us sometimes but nothing serious.
So life went on as usual in Form Two. I couldn’t remember who was the monitor.
I had kakak angkat during that time. She was okay and nice to me …she gave me some
kueh every week after her cooking class. Quite nice, I reckoned. I do not really remember
why she picked me as her adik and we did not really do anything as far as adik angkat-
kakak angkat relationship is concerned. She just gave me some kueh and that’s it! But I
do remember one nice teacher during that period of time. She was Miss Saraswathy. She
was our class teacher once and taught us English. At one time the girls were upset about
something and having the Pengetua’s daughters in our class, little thing had become so
big….until everyone in the class joined in and caused a big havoc. And I was in the
middle of the whole thing. In the end Miss Saraswathy had to take charge and settled the
issue. But she was very nice and talked very slow and proper that sometime we could
hardly hear her ( sebenarnya kita tak paham Bahasa Inggeris!) .
Growing up in a hostel was strange and difficult with bizarre things happened. We
were kids and kids do think and act in an “out-of-ordinary” manner. I remember one time
when a group of guys got into a bizarre competition. It was so bizarre that I couldn’t help
not to remember the event. Excuse me…I was not part of it but happened to be in the
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room. You know that our dorm has a partition in the middle and you can lean over to see
what’s happening on the other side. So a bunch of guys were talking and after a while it
got dirty ……real dirty ……about shooting the load off. So they decided to have a
competition to see who shoots the farthest. I didn’t wait till the end so didn’t know who
was the champion.
Weekends were great; we would go out to town and lepak(sit sround) somewhere
at the bus station or supermarkets (there was no mall back then!). Sometime we were
there even before the supermarket opened up. During that time the popular supermarkets
were Sayang Berjaya and Chin Seng. The idea that we could go around and pick the
things up ourselves was so cool. But most of the time you just hung around with nothing
to do or buy (we didn’t have money anyway, just enough for the bus fare) but it was good
enough to see “the world” and teased some real hot chicks…budak sekolah Zainab were
the first class chicks but we did not really care…you just forgot that you were 13 or 14
years old then. Nothing matters…no senior here, only us.
There were time when we, my mates and I, decided to stay at the hostel and do
something different on the weekend. Well not really at the hostel, it was outside the
hostel, we “lompat pagar” (when people can go out , you went and lompat pagar, cool
ain’t it?) got into the kampung and stole a chicken ( a live one). We brought back into the
school and decided to have a barbecue…nobody was around, you know so it would be
perfect. But one big problem, how do you kill the bloody chicken? I know, let me go and
get a knife that I used to sharpen my pencils, that small tiny knife we all have in our
pencil case. When I got back, the chicken was not moving already. Aye mapuh doh! No!
No! go ahead cut the thing, it’s still alive, my mate said. I cut it anyway but I think the
chicken was already dead. What happened ? Someone smashed it against the wall. Oh
dear . They burnt the chicken and had it for lunch I just did not have the appetite anymore
and left.
Living in a boarding school was tough;but I guess the hard part was due to the
reality of life. Nobody wants to be tortured or abused by anybody…the teachers as I
remember it was trying day and night to control the situations. Only most of the time , the
environment itself had taken control. The ability to adapt would train the students to be
tough and versatile. If you remember the murder case in Negeri Sembilan, just recently,
involving a group of seniors kicking and punching until the boy died, is an example of
hostel life spinned out of control. And the reason ….a kettle. It is hard to comprehend
what was going on during the incident. But when a group of young kids get together they
would become something else. A leader would chart an agenda and they were on a
mission. To do what…..well….stole chicken and burnt it for lunch would be good. The
point is life in a hostel challenges the minds and takes the souls of the youngsters to the
limit. Only the strong shall survive….hhhmmm….sounds so familiar.
By the time I was in Form 3 and Form 4, things had changed for the better. I was a bit
bigger and started to take control of myself and could protect my adek2 in form 1 and 2.
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The night when “the ragging started” I would call them to my place and we chat till
morning. Just to make sure they were safe for the night. Looking back all those years I
just don’t know what to say. The experience has made me quite strong in characters and
will to survive…but it filled my heart with a deep sense of sadness and frustrations. Some
of the pains can be dealt with but a trace of others will remain with me forever. I was in
a reunion during Raya and met the big boys that made my life like shit all those
days……and they have all got into life with family and work. We did not talk about it but
I could see them feeling uneasy and trying to avoid me. I was so confident talking to
them as if nothing from the past has bothered me. I was not sure myself how to
react…..but I know confrontation will be my last resort. Maybe there is a reason for all
those unfortunate things happened….blessing in disguised…something like that. I am
doing well in life at the moment. I have achieved my dreams and living a comfortable
life…nothing luxurious( civil servant tak kaya maa…) but good enough for a lembik
kampung boy! I just wouldn’t ask for anything more. So life nowadays is healing the old
wounds and helping people whoever in needs. I supposed it is time to give back to the
society and be thankful. I have a lot to thank, actually.
I was born into a poor family. ….well I guess most of us were poor back then
except for a handful of royal descendants. My father was a coolie at the train station in
Pasir Mah. He would lift anything that comes by the train and put them into the store or
on a waiting truck. A job definitely for the poor. He would come home with a few ringgit
and some food for the twelve of us . Everyday for the rest of his working life. He passed
away a couple of years ago. May he rest in peace. With that burden how could someone
can afford to think of any luxury to live with like a radio or TV. We never had one during
our childhood to enjoy the hits like “Giant Robot” or “ Ultraman”. Fortunately, we have a
government that realised poverty is a disease and not a fate. Somehow we were stuck in
the cycle of poverty and will remain there until we get out. The government has pulled
us out and put us in boarding schools. Four of my family members including myself
were fortunate enough to be offered places at the boarding schools. That was the point
and time where I started to be “adopted” by the government; I was eleven years old. After
secondary school , they sent me to the United States and then later to the UK. Until today
I still wonder what would happen to me if I were still at the kampung and running
around trying to get something good out of me. I would probably end up doing the same
odd jobs at the train station. We should be thankful for the bounty bestowed upon us.
Giving us the opportunity to govern our own fates and destiny. For the support and
strength during the times of great difficulties. Until we can stand up today and be proud
of ourself. Be thankful. Be a proud citizen. Celebrate the freedom to empower our own
dreams and realize our visions.
PE and the bloody sports
I remember my life at the school was very quiet or in young people’s definition ,
that equals dull and boring. They all went into sports except me. I HATE sports. The
subject that I hated the most was pendidikan jasmani…PE..…especially when you have
to line up and kick the stupid ball. I hated that. The teacher didn’t help much…you were
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suppose to learn something about games…so somebody should be there to teach. No he
just left us to play….ah well …maybe it was just me. I’d do anything to skip this class,
the usual tricks were…sakit perut, sakit kaki, and seluar tertinggal.
And there was this Standard Sport……the event of the year that I would do
anything to avoid. Some might remember this event. You have to take part in all of the
event and nobody can escape. Except me,of course. Most of the time I hid in the locker,
stayed in there for half an hour and …bang!, you’re free. But when I couldn’t hide, I
would drag myself to the field with the others and made a fool of myself. I hated that.
Why do people like to force others do what they think we should do ??? go to hell…just
leave me alone. When I look back during that times, I wonder why nobody didn’t bother
to help. I was a kid without confidence,,,confused and easily intimidated. With high level
of inferiority complex.. ……it was so unfair. One time I hid in the locker and kept myself
entertained with chips and nuts . And then after a while, as I usually do, I got out and
enjoyed myself. But not this time, the warden was there and caught me. Oh boy I can see
the trouble now…..ni kenapa tak turun padang ? hmmm.hmmmm nak hantar
dobi……apparently he didn’t buy it and asked me to join the others in the field in
between the block. As I remember it there was two of them and about 30 of us….and
why was it nobody didn’t make a run ! I didn’t…so stupid. We were finally hurdled to
the field and being made to line up in the middle of the field while the others who were
attending the practice looked on. The most embarrassing moment of my life.
The cross country was another event that we had every year. This one I could
manage. Because it was a chance to get out. I ran for a few yards and started looking if
the teachers were around. Usually when we got into the kampung , nobody seemed to be
around. And all the kebuns seemed to open………timun cina laa(watermelon la as you
all know it here) I couldn’t remember with whom I got into this kebun but it was quite
nice
The Sports Day…couldn’t care less…never won any medal anyway.
Finally I made it to the Fifth Form. As I remember it, I was still skinny ,whimpy
and did not really sure where would I be after the SPM. Nothing really matters, I just go
back and sit around Pasir Mas looking at trains and people. But God works in mysterious
ways. I might be hopeless but for the so many years of living I knew how to read, to write
and to succeed. In the class ranking I was about in the middle; sometimes dropped down
to the bottom half. Nevertheless, it was never a failure rather an opportunity that was not
mine. Next time around it will be mine; I always believed in that. I have started to
manage my life better now, I guess maturity had settled in. The great SPM examination
came and gone. The period of taking the SPM and beyond was the defining moments in
my life….because I knew I would leave my friends that I had lived like a family for all
these years. They might be brutal but still they were my friends and for me friends are
forever.
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Soon after we all went our own separate ways. My destiny took me to a place they called
America. A new chapter of my life would soon begin but at the back of my mind; my
skoloh sain friends would be forever stone-carved in my heart.
I was all excited to go to America. My parents were not that joyful as another of
their child will be leaving home. My sister was in Canada at that time. The night before
my departure, it was so quiet, dead silence. As if the family was in mourning. I didn’t
care actually, I was all too excited. The next day Ayah fried me a few cuts of chicken.
Eating rice with chicken was an honor in my household. And that’s all they could
possibly offer to send me off to America. I did not finish up the chicken, I asked Ayah to
wrap it up for the journey. My brother took me to the Subang airport by bus if I
remember correctly and a group of students were already there. It was my first long trip
ever. Not bad for a skinny old kid from pasir mah.
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Masihkah Kau Ingat...Gamma 1982 Version
By
Members (Class of 1982)
Masihkah kau ingat....

kita berlari-lari.....
di kaki langit......
mencari pelangi....
lalu hujan turun....
kita basah bersama....
masihkah kau ingat....
Masihkah kau ingat...I don't know about you guys, but when I first stepped in SMS in
March of 1978 (almost 30 years ago - Siti Norhaliza was still in diapers and Jefrey
Archer was contemplating to write Kane and Abel and Don Corleone had stopped
playing Tarzan by the riverbank of Sg. Keladi and Suhaidi still played tarzan at the
waterfall behind his house and Datsun 120Y was the Car of the Year and Black Dog
Bone was the top rock group simply because Zaid had not formed Belantara yet, still at
design stage and everyone wanted to be Richie Blackmore of Deep Purple) I wondered
whether I can last a month there, let alone 5 years.
Masihkah kau ingat...The school was so pathetic, the dormitories were so horrendous, the
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toilets were filthy, the food was elastic, but the girls were somewhat sweet and beautiful
and urban.
Masihkah kau ingat...Since I was a late entrant, I wast sent to the Timb. Pengetua's
chamber after completing the admission procedure. That Ustaz Timb. Pengetua, Ust.
Alwi (reminds me of malam Israk Mikraj) then summoned the Head Boy to fetch me and
show me the class. When the Head Boy appeared, Ust. Alwi introduced him as
"Hishamudin, cucu Dato' Nasir, MB Kelantan".
Masihkah kau ingat...Hisham, being a big kahuna then, ushered me to a class. Of all
classes, I was shoved in to Kelas Gamma. Guess it was my fate to be part of Gamma The
stigma of Gamma has remained with me to this very day.
Masihkah kau ingat...Then Hisham brought me to the Asrama. Since all the dorms were
full, I was temporarily stationed at the prefect/form 6 single-bed only dorm upstairs. One
of my neigbours sharing the dorm was Jefri Malim (now Prof. Dr. Jefri, a neuro surgeon
at HUSM Kubang Kerian). This Jefri son of an army general has a loooong military-
grade telescope that he used it for good use, especially at nights. Being a good boy, I only
used it to look at the night stars, sometimes can even see the dark side of the moon (Pink
Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon, circa 1976). Others used it to gaze at stairways to heaven
(Led Zepellin). My other neighbour was Zainal Azim, who then became the next Head
Boy after Hisham. He is now a medical doctor at the Naval base, Lumut.
Masihkah kau ingat...For the first few days, I also had no place to sit at the Dewan
Makan, so Hisham instructed me to eat at the high table together with the prefects and
wardens. I could still remember vividly Sabariah Mat Zain and Nasirah (my second
cousin) sat across the table facing the crowd (I was facing the wall) together with a mean
looking gentleman who later I found out to be Cikgu Mat Nor the Warden. He had this
peculiar habit of adding a few senduk of nasi before he finished eating, suap a few sudu,
and left the rest. That was membazir, I said in my heart. (Talking about wardens, in
retrospect I guess they needed the Anger Management Treatment (AMT) counselling
sessions more than Pudin Delta. Zaid can arrange one such session).
Masihkah kau ingat...I had a very bad homesick that last for 40 days and 40 nights. I
remember the first Friday, I was yearning for my dad to take me out of the jail, but he
didn't turn up. he only came the next day, Saturday coz he thought that was the only day
that parents were allowed to visit the students. What a big relief to go back to my home,
albeit for just a few hours , bringing along those dirty clothes for washing.
Masihkah kau ingat...After several months in SMS, i began to "blend in" (Bazuki Reuters
favourite word) with other folks in SMS mainly our Batch 82 and especially Kelas
Gamma. My first impression was that the students were generally OK, of course a bit
mischievous here and there but nothing with serious disciplinary problems unlike my
previous school where we had almost daily fights around school fence. I was in the same
class then with Azam, whom fate would have it, joined me in Form 4 Gamma.
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Masihkah kau ingat,.I was sitting at the back row with a clear view of the MAS airplanes
taking off and touching down at the nearby Pengkalan Chepa airport. I loved watching
those MAS airplanes and many times I had day dreaming of becoming a pilot. I might be
having a colurless life, but I was not colour blind, TM. But of course I also wanted to be a
dentist. Of course I had also a clear view of the jewels of Kelas Gamma, all the pretty-
looking queens, all 8 of them. From where I came from, SMSI (Sek Men Sultan Ismail,
the younger brother of SIC, Sultan Ismail College), where no girls had ever stepped in the
school - it was hazardous to do so - the sight of the 8 gorgeous looking girls really thrilled
me no ends. Guess if Zaid or Ayie of the lucid Beta knew the best kept secret of Gamma,
they will fight to death to be part of Kelas Gamma. I pity both of them. But I must admit
Ayie knows the shortest route to a woman's heart, by using his Dopod GPS.
Masihkah kau ingat...One of the activities that the pupils looked forward to during
weekend was the free screening of movies using the wall of Blok Koperasi as a big
screen. Friday nights were the nights. It reminded me of my yesteryears when we had this
free screening of movies by Jab. Penerangan at a small field in Sg. Keladi, just infront of
Kedai Nawi.
Masihkah kau ingat.. Anyhow, I wondered how long can I last in this regimented
colourless way of life before I turned to be a moron or a zombie. I loathed the bell-driven
lifestyle. In SMS, the person who hits the bell, holds the power. Oh yes, one more thing,
the person who speaks using a heller, holds the commands.
Masihkah kau ingat... Ting-ting....time to leave asrama and to go to Dewan Makan for
breakfast, ting-ting.....morning assembly with the daily sermon that we were forced to
stomach, ting-ting....time for start of class, ting-ting.....change of period, ting-
ting.....recess, all went to Dewan Makan, for the loaded ones like Rosli Gamma or
Roseleena Beta, the destination was the Kantin, ting-ting.....class started again, ting-
ting....another change of period to a more boring subject, ting-ting.....end of class, all
went to Dewan Makan for Lunch, ting-ting...afternoon prep (and a siesta time for the
prefects), ting-ting....end of afternoon prep, ting-ting....afternoon tea with ssekut mary
and air teh dalam periuk besar, ting-ting.....sports/club activities, ting-ting......Dewan
Makan again for dinner, ting-ting.....start of evening prep, ting-ting....end of prep, ting-
ting.....lights off, ting-ting....if you were not crazy then, you must be crazy now reading
this story!!
Masihkah kau ingat...
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5 Beta 1982
Courtesy of Salihie Othman
Back (L-R): Suhaimi, Md Asri, Azmi, Md Fadhil, Amran, Mahfuzh , Nik Azhar, Maznor Zuhairi,
Najib, Rahimi, Mazlan, Nazri, Salihie
Standing (L-R): Hazmadi, Mahzon, Fairuz, Salma, Nora, Lee Ai Leng, Norizan Yaakub, Mastura,
Zalina, Wan Norizan, Maheran, Zaki
Sitting (L-R): Tuan Mastura, Mrs Wong, Ms Saraswathy, Ms Lua, Puan Ismah, Miss Chan, En
Zakaria, En Hamzah, En. Abu Bakar, Mr Eu, En. Hussein, Ustaz Husin, Azlan
Everybody knows that Don Corleone (formerly known as Izani Hasan) comes from Sg.
Keladi. What they do not know though, is what constitute Sg. Keladi, the place which
saw the fiercest battle between PAS and UMNO (with KeADILan stuck in-between) in
the recently concluded general election.
Sg. Keladi is where heroes are born, and killed. All of us must thank Don, for without his
presence in SMSKel, nobody knows that there is such a place called Sg. Keladi.
According to a clardiologist (a person who studies Sg. Keladi, not similar to a
cardiologist who studies human hearts, although Sg. Keladi folks all have big hearts), Sg.
Keladi folks believe their place is the centre of the universe (and to those Sg. Keladi boys
who “qualified” to learn physics in Form Four, they always think Sg. Keladi is the centre
of gravity). Lunacy it may seem, but some of the people there still think their river is the
longest in Malaysia, and the second in the world, after the Nile. Cikgu Bakar and Cikgu
Hamdi will find a tough time teaching a Keladian geography.
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5 Delta 1982
Back L-R : Wan Azhar Ahmad, Fajar Yusoff, Lokman Ibrahim, Zawawi Mohamad, Azlan, Anif
Sangau, Nik Zaki, Wan Azhar Mat, Rohimi, Azhar Md Noor, Wong Foo, Hishamuddin Mohammad,
Zaidi, Wan Zulkifli & Adnan.
Middle L-R : Wan Izani, Fikri Ismail, Zainal, Siti Salwani, Nik Roslina, Rashidah, Normawati,
Maznah Salleh, Sharifuddin Tahir, Charles & Ariff
Front L-R: Harniza, Cikgu Kamariah, Puan Nik, Puan Wong, Mr Lim, En Hamdi, En Zakaria, YM
Tg Hamzah, En. Ahmad, Mr Eu, Mr Teh, Utz Bakar & Amri Yusoff
Based on this backdrop that I meet Izani (or Jani as he is fondly known then) in late
1970s. During that time, Jani is not crowned as the Don yet (that one comes much later,
when Jani managed to have a good fight with a bouncer in down-town London). Anyway,
Don as we all know today, is very very popular then.
Even at a very tender age, Don is very quick, clever, strong and witty. People say he is
physically strong, mentally alert, and spiritually stable. He is the fastest swimmer to cross
Sg. Keladi river with the starting point at the lorong belakang Kedai Nawi and ends up at
the Pangkalan Pak Mat. He is also the fastest climber. He can climb a 30-metre high
pokok cupu in 45-second flat. Talking of pokok cupu, it is a tragedy that we can’t find
any of them now anywhere.
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5 Gamma 1982
Back (L-R) Rosli Osman (Atat), Rusman Yaacob (Semae Putih), Wan Shamsuddin Wan Abdullah
(Sudin), Wan Ahman Termizi Aziz (Miji), Tengku Azman Tuan Ysoff (Jug), Mohd Azam Hassan
(Ajae), K Mohan Raj, Mohd Ghani Hassan (Tok Gha),Azman Yaakub (John), Mohd Zamri Murah
(Che Yoh),Azmin Hassan (Jemie), Wan Johari Wan Ismail (Wan Joe), Ahmad Hamidi Yaacob.
Middle (L-R) Wan Azizul Wan Yusoff (GJoe), Mohd Harisi Rushdi (Mat Chee), Mohd
Abduh,Raihan Mohd Ali, Ramizan Yaacub, Nik Hijah Fatah,Shamsina Aminuddin,Salwana Salleh,
Rasimah,Salwana Hassan, Nadiah abd Kadir, Norasmadi Ismail (Dol),Abdul Aziz Yusoff (Zig),
Kamaluddin Mat
Front (L-R) Hasnida Hussin, Cikgu Faridah, Cikgu Wong, Puan Nik, Puan......, Cikgu Kamariah,
Pengetua, Tengku Hamzah, Cikgu Teh, Mr Eu, Cikgu Hamdi, Ustaz Abu Bakar, Mazmihan.
So, it comes as no surprise when in early 1981 when Don finally steps in to SMSKel (of
course with a busload of his supporters and well-wishers from Sg. Keladi) after scoring
straight A’s in the SRP in 1980. I’m given an instruction in no uncertain terms to protect
Don, that nobody shall cross his path, that nobody shall steal fried chicken from his tray,
that nobody shall cut his sabun mandi, that nobody shall borrow his textbooks (but he can
take others at will), and most importantly, nobody shall ever touch his body, except girls.
It is planned at the highest level at that time that Don will only be placed in a “student-
friendly” dorm with the lowest number of students. That’s the reason why Don is placed
in the first dorm on the second floor of Block B (if I’m not mistaken Dorm Kenari) where
there are only 8 students to share with him. Can’t really recall all of them, but some of
them are Rumzi (now Dr. N. Rumzi of UTM), Azlan (now a telemetry specialist with
Telecontrol Dept, TNB), Abduh (heard that he’s now a pharmacist , in SMSKel he thinks
he’s born to be a freedom fighter, his ambition is to be a C.O – Commanding Officer in
the Army) Amri ( a weird Delta boy, as most Deltans do – until now it still perplexed me
why almost all Delta boys are weird with no exception), Norlisan (always remembers him
as the best hockey goalkeeper that SMSKel ever produced), and so on. Not sure whether
Shamsudin and Azmi (both are from Gamma) share the same dorm with Don or not.
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Talking about Azmi, he’s truly my good friend at that time. The other good friend is
Zailani (also known as Tok Mat Kala since he’s from Padang Kala, but I prefer to call his
other beautiful nickname, Zain So’ud). Three of us are very close, so mush so that
sometimes I tend to go overboard with them. For that, I wish to publicly apologise to
them for whatever wrongful things that I had done.
Back to Don. At first Don has a very high regard of SMSKel. Unfortunately, after 100
days in the school, it dawns upon him that in his views, SMSKel is just equal, if not
lesser that the day-school where he came from. He even confesses to me that in his old
school, most students speak Queen’s English, whereas here in SMSKel, most students
speak English with so many Kelantanese dialects. Well, what can I say, he’s the Don
anyway. In no time Don has become the greatest asset in Set A. Cikgu Abdullah is very
fond of him. His essays are remarkable. He always scores 98% and above in all English
tests.
As a side note, Don has many secret admirers in Kelas Alpha and also in Set A. I can’t
name names here, otherwise Salma will get angry with me. Talking about Kelas Alpha, it
still amazed me up until now why some of the boys and almost all of the girls there think
that that they have one way or another, secret admirers. It is so much different with Kelas
Gamma guys. Although we know for the fact that most boys from other classes are
envious of our macho-looking faces, we are kind of down-to-earth, unassuming boys.
Take Tok Mat Zailani for example. I can say he’s the most macho-looking with best
body-built in his class and speaking oh my, a very immaculate English with mid-western
accent...... (to be continued, boss panggil pulak dah, tu la bila dah jadi kuli batak, macam
ni la.....).Zig.
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Actually it's good to know where our roots are, at least it can be a good bedside story to
our kids - either to motovate them or scare them. My other root is of course from the
great civilisation of Pulai Chondong, the place where Jemi Penang has created history in
recent times by being the one of the two voters that made it possible for PAS to maintain
a state government. In fact the citizen of Pulai Chondong and the folks of Kg. Laut (orang
hilir, since they stay down-stream) cannot see eye-to-eye since each claim their place is
the origin of the dissemination of Islam in Tanah Melayu, circa 1200...(at that time
Parameswara's grandad was not even born yet, so forget about Melaka for the time
being...)
If Kg. Laut has its own Mesjid, Pulai Chondong also has its oldest mosque situated at Kg.
Surau. It has the tallest minaret made out of chengal log. And I must admit that my great-
great-great-great- grandad, Tok Pulai Chondong was the one who built the mosque.
Talking about Tanah Merah, Suhaidi, you must be very proud of yourself. Just several
kilometres behind your backyard, once stood the great fortress of Raja Legeh. Raja Legeh
was a great warrior and a leader who fought very hard to defend Kelantan from the
onslaught of Raja Siam.
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Gambar sumbangan A Shukri Ghazi
SK Parang Puting.
As mentioned in the annals of Kelantan, there was also a fight between Raja Legeh and
the ancestors of Long Yunus. Raja Legeh lost the battle and made his way to Tanah
Merah, cross your backyard Suhaidi and made a fortress near the waterfall that you used
to spend time with your village friends. Long Pendak, the cousin of Long Sulaiman, then
governed the Upper Kelantan from the castle of Kota Kubang Labu. Kota Kubang Labu
is just a stone's throw away from Kutan, where Abduh the Freedom Fighter of Gamma
resided. And now you start to appreciate why Abduh is a freedom fighter, bro. It's a
looooong story.....God bless, as Zaid always said.
~zig - a mere spectator as history starts to unfold.....
Zig
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Upon reflection I can still vividly remember the place that I used to spend my childhood
time, the great kingdom of Sungai Keladi. For those with a Global Positioning System
(GPS) receiver (including those with a new Dopod with Map King installed) Sg. Keladi
is located N21'43" E41'12" with a population of about 2000 in the 60s, rose to 20,000 in
the 90s and decline a bit to 19,000 at the turn of the new millenium mainly due to
massive migration to the Klang Valley. Don Corleone is the living example of this. But if
it is not of the Don, your kids and my kids would only have a remote possibility of
having good finger lickin' taste of dining at the KFC. Being a financial controller at KFC,
I'm not suprised at all if Don masterminded the recent chicken price fiasco. There was a
mark of Mafia-styled business execution.
Anyway, Sumgai Keladi in the 1970s was the most advanced cosmopolitan in the whole
of Malaysia. Various industries emerged in Sg. Keladi including a match factory, batik,
songket and export-import. Whilst the folks in Guchil were still playing hide and seek
with tigers in the rubber estates, the citizen of Sg. Keladi were already familiar with
businesses like stocks and sub-prime mortgages.
I used to go to a primary school at Wakaf Mek Zainab - Sek Keb Tengku Indera Petra
(TIP). To the uninitiated, TIP is the father of Tengku Ibrahim Petra, the owner of the oil
& gas company Petra Perdana. Due to a conflict with his father al-marhum Sultan
Ibrahim, TIP was removed from the line of succession on 1 Feb, 1948.
Sg. Keladi was to Kelantan what currently Bukit Damansara is to KL (yeah, Telipot is
nothing, Ma). I still remember we could buy fresh fishes direct from the fishermen sailing
from the sea to Kota Bharu via the river of Sg. Keladi. Unlike Sg. Durian, again near
Guchil, Sg. Keladi water was crystal clear with sandy river bed. We used to have our
daily bath at the river. Don used to play Tarzan diving into the river head first with the
mission of saving the lives of the girls bathing there. And I was merely a bystander
watching the havoc from afar, sometimes while eating buah cupu.
Talking about buah cupu, this is one of those exotic fruits that has extinct from the face of
the world since 30 years ago. In fact one of my ambitions other than being a dentist is to
be an exotic fruit planter/ farmer. Imagine my fruit orchard full of pokok cupu, together
with Denan's dragon fruit, and Tok Mat's woh topoh, and Jemi's woh jabit. When that
thing happens, I will enjoy total freedom... from SAP (Saya Assiten Pergigian, according
to Ayie).
I will kill time watching a squirrel jumping at the tips of a rambutan in the orchard(ada
sekor...anak tupai...lopat julai mokte...) until someone comes to me asking "You don't
have a job to do?" to which I shall reply "What the hell you think I'm doing now?"
God bless Batch '82.
Zig
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SEMESTA ….because friends are always there for each other.

Thank you all.

Prof Madya Dr Nordin Abu Bakar

As We Remember … The Early Days

As We Remember … The Riot of 1977

As We Remember … The Great Debate Teams

As We Remember … The Old School Bus

As We Remember … School Trips

As We Remember … Our Teachers

A Silver Jubilee Gathering for the Class of 82 . The flush of sweet

As We Remember … Prefectorial Boards

As We Remember … Faces & Places

As We Remember … Kisah Lama

As We Remember will reminiscent the old good times. Enjoy it!

The Long March

Finally, we saw it.....our school.....the almost completed buildings....big padang.

The Earliest Picture of the School

Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA

Remark from Hilmy:

Blok Bangunan sekolah

Even the canteen block is not in the picture!!

Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA

Dewan Makan 1974

Taken in early 1975

…………..Pak Da, who was in the middle of the whole thing.

I'M SURE NONE OF US IS PROUD OF THE INCIDENT BUT IT'S BEEN AN

The Debate Fever

Piala Perdana Menteri(PPM) 1976

There were some MCKK boys behind us.

(Courtesy of Razali Mat Zin)

Our Bus Is Here

Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA

Trip To Pantai Semerak 1977

Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA

Trip to a Batik Factory

Rumah Pam Kemubu (Kemubu Pump House)

The Kemubu scheme:This low-lift pumping scheme, designed by French consultants,

We were taken into the pump house.

Inside the pump house, water being pumped above us!

Latifah, Haliza@MekRock, me & Dr Rohana

Finally, before we left, a group pic (courtesy of Sim Kay Loh):

Courtesy of Dr Nordin Abu Bakar

Trip to Pantai Semerak 1982

Courtesy of Salwana Hassan

Courtesy of : Hilmy Abdullah@AHA

Courtesy of Prof Kamarudin Mat-Salleh

At the end of it, we managed to get group pix taken too:

The lyric of the song:

Selamat Tinggal Bungaku

Here are some of the pix of me with him:

Fr left: me, Aneelim, Che Jamilah, Tuan Hj Hamdan

Girl Prefects with Ustaz and Tuan Haji Hamdan

"Titisan Memori Haji Hamdan bin Abd Rahman"

Di antara banyak-banyak tempat yang pernah saya khidmati, SMSKelantan yang

Episod Kirim Salam

Episod Terima kasih

Episod Pelajar Super-aktif

Episod Dirasuk Hantu

Episod Ibu Bapa Menyampaikan Hadiah Sukan

Episod Royat Sepatah Mari Selalu

Episod Selamat Tinggal Bungaku